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away. And when I put my arm around the chick I didn’t even know, and saw Suranne’s jaw drop, and her face twist in what could only be pain, I knew that maybe I’d pushed her a bit too far, and that there would be no going back.
So I turned away from her, and got the hell out of there, ’cause there was nothing else I could do. With every step I took, my chest ached more to go back. But I kept walking, with only two words prominent in my mind.
I’m sorry.
14. THOUGHTLESS PAYBACK
Suranne
A fter a whole bloody hour of trying to pull myself together, and wiping the tears off my cheeks, I took a deep breath, crossed the field and made my way back into the school building. Second lesson was approaching, which was biology, and luckily Kane wouldn’t be in my class. He was the last person I wanted to see right now.
I heard the first bell ring and quickened my pace, trying to reach the class door. As I walked through the halls, the other students were eyeing me, half of the girls looking smug, before turning to their friends and yammering quietly, and the other half just looking at me with pity in their eyes. News obviously got around that the new little British girl fell for the famous antics of Kane Richards, and everyone was making quick work of the latest gossip.
In my haste to reach class I arrived early and the only other person in the room, thankfully, was Lawrence. He had his head in his hands, elbows on the desk, and seemed to be silently muttering to himself. I walked quietly up to him, and placed my hand gently on his shoulder but was shocked when I felt him stiffen underneath me and shake my hand off as if he was disgusted to have me even touching him.
“Lawrence?” I questioned warily, but he just cringed at hearing my voice, then finally turned to face me. However, this time it was my turn to cringe.
Lawrence looked angry. But not just an “I’m pissed off” kind of angry.
No.
It was much worse than that. This was a broken, disappointed, and rejected “how could you” kind of angry, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be directed straight at me.
“You just don’t listen, do you?” he glared, his warm, ocean-blue eyes now transformed into a cold, icy blue that was considerably darker than the norm.
“You just . . . don’t . . . get,” he trailed off, sighing and shaking his head before holding it in his hands once again. I stood there with the hand that had been on his shoulder still hovering slightly, my eyes wide and my body stiff from the shock of his words as he continued speaking menacingly, his voice sounding low and hollow from his head being surrounded by his hands.
“We told you, the first day, Kate and I TOLD you what he was like, and you . . . you just. Don’t. Damn. Well. Listen.” He sneered at me, his voice sharp, cutting through me.
I stood there, blinking uncontrollably whilst his words swirled around in my head.
“Lawrence . . . I—I . . . it wasn’t even . . . I . . .” I stuttered. It was impossible to even think coherently so speech was definitely out of the question. He was right, I knew I should have listened to them both and just ignored Kane, but I honestly felt that I had witnessed a different side of him, and he said he didn’t compare me to his past girls.
He said I wasn’t like them
He said I was different.
He said I was better
He also
kissed
me.
Then he chucked me like I was nothing.
I wonder how many other girls he had used the same lines on, just to get them to drop their pants.
I wanted to say all of this to him, but for some strange reason there was something buried deep within me that also wanted to defend him, even after he’d worked me over. I wanted to yell and cry and scream that Kane isn’t what everyone thinks he is.
But how could I?
He just proved everyone right not an hour ago.
And now everyone was laughing and sneering behind my back. Hell, Kane was probably one of them, bragging how he had me hook, line, and sinker,
So I turned away from her, and got the hell out of there, ’cause there was nothing else I could do. With every step I took, my chest ached more to go back. But I kept walking, with only two words prominent in my mind.
I’m sorry.
14. THOUGHTLESS PAYBACK
Suranne
A fter a whole bloody hour of trying to pull myself together, and wiping the tears off my cheeks, I took a deep breath, crossed the field and made my way back into the school building. Second lesson was approaching, which was biology, and luckily Kane wouldn’t be in my class. He was the last person I wanted to see right now.
I heard the first bell ring and quickened my pace, trying to reach the class door. As I walked through the halls, the other students were eyeing me, half of the girls looking smug, before turning to their friends and yammering quietly, and the other half just looking at me with pity in their eyes. News obviously got around that the new little British girl fell for the famous antics of Kane Richards, and everyone was making quick work of the latest gossip.
In my haste to reach class I arrived early and the only other person in the room, thankfully, was Lawrence. He had his head in his hands, elbows on the desk, and seemed to be silently muttering to himself. I walked quietly up to him, and placed my hand gently on his shoulder but was shocked when I felt him stiffen underneath me and shake my hand off as if he was disgusted to have me even touching him.
“Lawrence?” I questioned warily, but he just cringed at hearing my voice, then finally turned to face me. However, this time it was my turn to cringe.
Lawrence looked angry. But not just an “I’m pissed off” kind of angry.
No.
It was much worse than that. This was a broken, disappointed, and rejected “how could you” kind of angry, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be directed straight at me.
“You just don’t listen, do you?” he glared, his warm, ocean-blue eyes now transformed into a cold, icy blue that was considerably darker than the norm.
“You just . . . don’t . . . get,” he trailed off, sighing and shaking his head before holding it in his hands once again. I stood there with the hand that had been on his shoulder still hovering slightly, my eyes wide and my body stiff from the shock of his words as he continued speaking menacingly, his voice sounding low and hollow from his head being surrounded by his hands.
“We told you, the first day, Kate and I TOLD you what he was like, and you . . . you just. Don’t. Damn. Well. Listen.” He sneered at me, his voice sharp, cutting through me.
I stood there, blinking uncontrollably whilst his words swirled around in my head.
“Lawrence . . . I—I . . . it wasn’t even . . . I . . .” I stuttered. It was impossible to even think coherently so speech was definitely out of the question. He was right, I knew I should have listened to them both and just ignored Kane, but I honestly felt that I had witnessed a different side of him, and he said he didn’t compare me to his past girls.
He said I wasn’t like them
He said I was different.
He said I was better
He also
kissed
me.
Then he chucked me like I was nothing.
I wonder how many other girls he had used the same lines on, just to get them to drop their pants.
I wanted to say all of this to him, but for some strange reason there was something buried deep within me that also wanted to defend him, even after he’d worked me over. I wanted to yell and cry and scream that Kane isn’t what everyone thinks he is.
But how could I?
He just proved everyone right not an hour ago.
And now everyone was laughing and sneering behind my back. Hell, Kane was probably one of them, bragging how he had me hook, line, and sinker,
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