Chapter Fifteen - You are a fighter (Part One)

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Chapter Fifteen - You are a fighter (Part One)

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I called Tristan. My eternal friend, my childhood buddy, my friend in need- he's none of the above. But at least a person to hear my problems. And I believe him to keep my secret.



When he picked up, he sounded breathless. What was he doing? Was he having a run?



"Beryl," he called my name.



"Hey Tristan. What are you doing?" I asked biting my lower lip. I knew what he was doing. I exactly knew. But still I was acting like a dumb girl and asking the question willing him to reject my speculations.



"What do you think I was doing?" He asked irritated.



He sounded irritated. That's new. As far as I know, it's always the other way around.



"Something we study in biology." I answered.



"Your assumptions are right. I just finished." He answered. A voice called him in background making me grimace.



"Gross!"



He chuckled. "I was only experimenting what we studied in Biology." He defended himself.



"Ew! Stop it Tristan." It made him laugh. I rolled my eyes.



"I was just testing my Chemistry with Aussie girls. But then I realized I have also studied Biology and decided to try it too." He explained.



"I don't want to know about what you learnt about Aussie girls. I just called you to tell you something." I said.



"What?"



"I guess I had heart to heart with Blaise." I sighed.



"What?! You both confessed and kissed?" He guessed. I rolled my eyes.



"No smart boy. Like I would ever kiss Blaise Anderson." I scoffed. Doesn't he understand the theory of Kissing Blaise Anderson? Why would he? It's not like he's ever going to kiss the bad boy. I snickered at the thought.



"What?"



"Nothing," I shook my head.



"Why were you giggling? Imagining kissing Blaise?"



"No! I was not giggling. It's called snickering. And I was imagining you kissing him." I told him making him gag. I laughed.



"I'm sparing you this time. Don't say anything like that again. I will fly over oceans to kill you. Even your crush won't be there to save you." He threatened.



"Why do you hate Nick? He his handsome with his sweet smile and let's just not forget those eight packs every girl wants to touch. His beautiful blonde hairs and infinite pools of blue eyes are also not meant to be ignored. He is handsome. Incredibly handsome and a hunk with muscles of a fighter." I finished with a sigh.



He was silent for few seconds. I thought he had slept during my rant. But then he spoke. "Did you cram that?" He asked but it was more like a statement.



"No!" I lied.



"Liar," he said and I pouted. I didn't know I was that easy to be caught. Especially by him.



"Yeah, whatever." I could imagine him rolling his eyes.



"Glad you understand,"



"And Beryl..." He started in a soft tone.



"What?"



"You don't need a fighter. You are a fighter. What you need is a protector." I was shocked by his words. An image popped in my head and I shook my head. Not him.



"Good bye and good night." I hung up on him.



He caught my lie so easily. If he can then anyone can. Better not say it to anyone else.



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It was official. Blaise Anderson was my new lap dog. He was following me around. When I reached school next day, he popped up out of nowhere in front of my car. I would have almost run into him. Not really but he actually gave me a heart attack. He walked me to the locker. When I asked him to piss off, he only smirked at me sputtering gibberish if how bad I wanted him. I only gave him an annoyed look. So that's how Thursday went for me.



Friday was same story. He followed me with his car. When I asked him about it, he dismissed it by saying I was driving in front of him and he felt insecure by my constant stalking. I groaned and walked to Chemistry. Emma was my partner and she had not attended the class after whole Nick drama.



But she decided to give an appearance that day. And that too when there were ten minutes to end of class. She was wearing her signature yellow dress. More and more students have started calling her Sunshine. That was her new name. When she arrived, every eye zeroed in on her. And I'm not going to lie, mine too.



She was wearing a yellow spaghetti top and yellow shorts and streaks of sparkling yellow in her blonde hair. She had no problem in showing her skin in past few days and I was not surprised. Her hair were wild and everyone knew what made her late for class. There were snickers and whispers among students.



It was no surprise when she was asked to leave immediately. She gave a scathing look to poor old teacher. He almost flinched at her glare. There was venom in her eyes that didn't go missing. I was wondering if she was still same Emma and not her evil twin. She changed so fast. For some reason, it almost scared me.



When class ended, I walked after everyone was already out because I was still solving a problem. I had an urgent need to use washroom so I hurried away. Just as I reached the door, I stopped in my tracts at hearing my name.



"Yeah, she is pathetic. Nick only wanted you Emma. And that stupid Beryl might have thought he was there for her." Other girls laughed.



"Nick knew about her unrequited love from past two years. And he never pain attention to her. I bet she was planning to jump on his bones when they were partnered up in a project." Another girl said and I gasped.



I retraced on my feet and backwards as her words hit me like lightning. I made my way to locker with heavy steps and opened it with a brutal force. The bitter truth of reality slapped me on the face.



I shoved my books inside the locker. They were talking about me behind my back. They were making fun of me behind my back. And why? Because of a crush. It was only a crush for god's sake. I was not going to present my heart at his feet.



And the jerk knew. He had always known about how much I liked him. Still that mindless jock played with my feelings. I slammed my locker shut. I was seeing all red. My blood was boiling and I wanted to do nothing more than hiding in my room. That was so-



"BOO," a voice said and I jumped, stumbling on my feet and fell forward. My hands cushioned my fall but I didn't change the fact that I fell. Few students standing there laughed.



The boy who was responsible for my pain laughed loudly. Pulling myself in standing position, I glared at him. He stopped laughing instantly but his shoulders shook after every few seconds. And my face burnt in embarrassment.



"I'm glad I was a source of entertainment for you," I said loudly looking at Blaise but my words were for all those students still laughing in background.



It made them laugh louder.



Great.



Shooting one last glare at Blaise, I walked away. I mostly embarrassed at the fact that Nick knew about my crush. That was humiliating. He always knew. Always. And yet he sat on our table flirting with Emma in front of me. Cocky jerk.



I was angry. Really angry.



Was he there to humiliate me?



That lunch double date. And then that car ride. What was he thinking about me at both those moment? What was he thinking when he asked me for Emma phone number?



It hurt me. Only slightly but it did.



Jessica was right. He was a jerk. I always knew but overlooked that fault because of the stupid crush. And he played with my feels. If I had real big crush on him then all those things might have killed me. He was there to torture me, wasn't he?



A hand on my shoulder spun me around. I faced Blaise with my thoughts still clouded with Nick. Replace 'N' by 'D' in his name and his exactly that.



"I'm sorry Beryl. I shouldn't have laughed like that." He apologized.



Ha! Funny. He is apologizing while it should be his jerk of a friend who should do that.



"Beryl, please forgive me."



"I want to be alone." I muttered and walked away from him.



I never even liked Nick that much. A small crush on him was all that I tried to form into something big. And now I'm a laughing stock. If anyone came to know about it then they will give me pity and in case of Kim, laugh at my face.



Did he have to be such a big-



"Beryl," A voice called again.



"Blaise, I said leave me alone for now." I shook my head continuing to walk.



"Not Blaise," he said. I turned to him in irritation.



"What?" I spat. My eyes fell on the familiar blue eyed boy who looked at me sheepishly.



"Whoa! What crawled up your-"



"Nick what are you doing here?" I asked with a smile, a very strained smile. My face felt tortured by it.



"Nothing special. I was just going from here..." he moved his hands in gesture, "and then I saw you. Why are you in bad mood?" He asked.



"Nothing special. I was just studying..." I shrugged casually, "and I couldn't solve a question."



He grimaced at my reference. "How can you even talk about studies?"



"With my mouth," my replied.



"Oh then your mouth can be in trouble." He smirked down at me.



"My mouth in trouble?" I raised an eyebrow. "What it could be?"



"You can find out by hanging out with me after school." He said slowly. Blue eyes were looking down at me with interest and I punched him on the face... mentally.



"Sure. Why not?" I replied. "I'll meet you, after school."



"That's great." His face brightened. "I'll be waiting by your car. Don't forget."



I shook my head slowly never breaking eye contact with him. "I won't."



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Blaise sulked at my side during Physics class. I was also sulking but the promise of something going to happen awfully bad to someone provided some relief. But there was one question nagging my mind I intended to ask Blaise. If he was in better mood it'd be easier for me. I sighed and prayed god to give me some courage.



I cleared my throat. "Blaise," I called. He lifted his head but didn't look at me. At least he was listening.



"Did you know about my crush on Nick?" I asked doodling on notebook.



He didn't say anything for few seconds but then answered in positive.



"Did he know?"



He knew who this he I was referring to is.



"Yeah," he mumbled.



I clenched my jaw. Seriously? The revelation was embarrassing. I was sitting on a table watching my crush flirting with a girl and everyone in the table knew I was crushing on the boy. Unbelievable. It was humiliating. I wanted nothing more than to bash Nick's face against his car.



"So you are going on a date with him today?" Blaise asked in a low voice that I hardly heard it.



"Oh yeah," I replied. "I am."



He nodded his head in silence and I went back doodling. Then another question came in my mind.



"How did Nick come to know about it?" I asked.



"From Kim. She knows every girl who has crush on Nick. She tells him and he tells everyone."


I nodded and my mind whirled with all negative thoughts. It was not good. It was definitely not good.



I want to run my car over Nick.



I shook my head dismissing the thought. Kim will kill me.



I want to push him off the school building.



No way.



I want to humiliate him just the way he did to me.



Revenge is sweet but dad said it's a sign of weakness. He's just a boy.



But I want to do something. Anything.



I shook my head. "Well whatever. My crush on him was not real anyway. I should have known better before choosing him." I muttered to myself.



"What are you talking about?" Blaise asked me with a frown.



"That I hate you." I scowled at him. He seemed taken aback by my response. I made no effort to apologize. I hated him. That was for sure.



There are many girls in the school crushing on Nick. Why do I have to be the one to get in trouble?



As classes flew by, my resentment for Nick decreased slowly and slowly as I gave more thought to it. I still wanted to slap him on the face, a very tight slap that is. But I couldn't blame him completely. I shouldn't have made myself crush on him. I was the one looking past all his flaws. Being blind leads you nowhere but in trouble. So I have landed myself in trouble.



I wonder what Tristan has to say about it.



I walked out of my first class towards my car. My mind had cooled off and I was mostly blaming myself. But a part of me still wanted to scream on his face and shout at him for being so insensitive jerk.



When I saw the boy I have been thinking about for most of the day leaning against my car, I was stunned. All I wanted to do was push him way and the idea of running my car over him appealed me.



I guess I'm not completed over it.



I had said that we would hand out today. And I had forgotten about it. Let's see what happens now.



I wonder if he lives by the end of our 'hang out session'. I don't honestly want to go to jail.



This is going to be interesting.



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There are going to be two parts of this chapter. I'll be updating it next week for sure. Also, I've updated a chapter of 'Targeted by the Blood Devil'. Check it out if you have read RBTAM.



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I have my Math exam now and I need more luck. (Maybe that's why I updated this chapter so that you can wish more luck to me *snickers*)



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