Chapter 4 : The Reunion

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There was only one girl I knew in this world who had the sweetest voice with such a crude mouth.

May. Short for Mariana St.Claire. Daughter of a very successful Cardiologist, Penelope St.Clair. 

She rolled off me with ease and sat on the floor, shooting daggers at me through her pretty blue eyes, making it clear how angry she was.

I sighed, " I don't know what to say, May. I don't even have any explanation for how I handled- ". My rambling was cut short as she engulfed me in a hug.

I hugged her back, "I missed you so much, Estella." she murmured.

There was something odd, I could sense it. I had also observed how her eyes were bloodshot and glassy but ignoring it for now I closed my eyes, my grip around her tightening.

"Me too, May. Me too". From the way May held me, I knew we were not leaving this place anytime soon. And frankly, I didn't mind. I needed this as much as she did.

" I hate you for leaving us like that, Stella. One call, that's all I was expecting. But no. You didn't even pick up my calls. At least you could have sent a message to say that you were fucking alive." she seethed.

"I know, I should have called you. But I was in pain, May. Nothing was making sense and..." I paused, turning away from her. Not wanting her to see me so weak.

May scooted forward, wrapping her arms around me again," Shhh, it's okay. I should have thought about that, but I was very worried, Estella." she mumbled in a soft voice.

I pulled back, extending my right hand, May smiled understanding and we did the small hand gesture we used to do when we were kids.

"Friends again?"

She smiled with teary eyes, "Always and forever."

After our little breakdown, we both got up and walked toward my new locker. Since we were already late, neither of us bothered hurrying up.

At the end of the corridor parting our ways I walked to my history class as she walked towards her chemistry class after telling me to meet her at the cafeteria for lunch.

I thought of going back to Mr Bruke's office to get a late slip but deciding against it I walked toward my history class.

Pushing the door open, as slowly as possible, I attempted to sneak in. But my little plan went down the drain as the door opened with a loud squeak.

Motherfucking door! I looked at my history teacher as he glared at me from behind his desk. I had to say, this man was a total daddy material.

The whole class was murmuring and whispering.

"Silence" Mr Hot-shot hissed at them, before turning towards me.

"You are twenty minutes late, miss.."

"Crawford." I offered to try to appear polite.

Ignoring my word, he continued. "If you are going to be late every day, do not bother showing up at all. It would save your energy and mine too. One less trouble to handle." he muttered the last line to himself but he made sure I heard it.

This asshole.

Fuck politeness. " I am late because I got lost on my way here. And I'm pretty sure you are being paid more than enough to handle one more trouble." few students snickered and laughed.

Of course, I was lying about getting lost, but he didn't need to know that.

He clenched his jaw at my remark and glared at others, and before he could say anything more I walked in and plopped myself on the farthest seat in the middle row.

Mr. Hotshot continued his class about the Civil Rights moment as I observed him. In his Maroon shirt tucked into black slacks, he looked like a model who had walked right out off the runway. He must be new because I had never seen him before.

I cursed as he caught me staring at him. I quickly took out my textbook evading any chances of the demon calling me out in front of the whole class. again.

He must think of me as some rich, mannerless brat with no brain cells.

I closed my book as soon as the bell rang, Mr. Hotshot glanced at his watch and back to the presentation.

"I was supposed to complete this topic today, which I obviously could not due to some interruptions." he glanced at me and I quickly turned my attention to the presentation as if I didn't know what he was referring to.

"So read it by yourself and answer the questions from the exercise. Don't bother entering my class tomorrow if you have not read it. I will be asking questions before starting the class." with that he walked out but not before glancing in my direction.

Dodging the attempts of a few girls who tried to collect some juicy news for gossip, I successfully made it to my next class.

The morning passed in a blur, except for history all other classes were uneventful. During my maths class, I sat with Sawyer. He had hugged me and had made quite a commotion, for which Mrs. Sanders had threatened to kick us out.

Sawyer kept glancing at me throughout the class. I knew he wanted to ask me questions. But I acted like I didn't notice and continued to write down notes.

And even before realizing it, my chemistry class was over and all students were rushing out for lunch break. I quickly shoved my books and got up. Sawyer had already packed and was waiting for me.

"Let's go." he swung his hand over my shoulder as we walked towards the cafeteria.

I noticed many students watching us as we walked past them. Honestly, I was quite nervous.

I felt like a child going to school for the first time, worried about making new friends, and afraid of being judged.

I'm not afraid of bullies, they are nothing but jealous pieces of shit. I had everything they ever wished for, now that it's gone they will try to humiliate and degrade me. To make me feel small, and insecure about myself. It was nothing uncommon in a school like Eastwood High.

And I'm not at all worried about it. However, I'm worried about what my friends will think.

Would they look down on me just because I'm no longer rich? Would they also talk shit about me and my social status?

Sawyer squeezed my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Relax Stella. We all are your friends. You've nothing to worry about." I smiled at him, appreciating his support.

Yet, as we neared the cafeteria, my nerves were back in full force. My eyes quickly found the group of girls standing in the middle chatting among themselves.

A wide smile broke out on May's face, as she quickly came forward and hugged me, and dragged me towards my other two friends.

She peered at me over her shoulder," I thought you wouldn't come." I simply shrugged at her.

As soon as we neared the table, Amber and Carla also jumped forward and hugged me, almost knocking me off my feet. Feeling happy, I hugged them back.

Clara Falcon, daughter of the most successful fashion designer Couple, Wren Falcon and Jessica Falcon, also the owners of the F&F fashion company.

Lastly, Gemma West. Smartest and sweet daughter of her family. Gemma was adopted by a wealthy family at eleven who took care of her like their own kid.

When we pulled away, Carla had a smirk on her face, "Never thought that I would get to see Estella Crawford in sneakers. "

I looked down at my sneakers, honestly, they were pretty decent. My mom gave them to me this morning saying that I had left them at our old house and she found them in one of the boxes containing our unwanted items and other things.

"One less competitor for you to think about every morning, isn't it?" I fired back.

Carla was the kind of girl who wanted all the branded and best shoes, heels, and makeup for herself. And if ever she saw someone having the same products or even close to them she would throw them away without a second thought.

I still remember how she used to drag us to buy limited-edition clothes every week. Many times she had made appearances in magazines due to

the same reason.

"So girls, if you are done with comparing your shoes I would like to have lunch." we all laughed at Sawyer.

I hugged him from one side, and Gemma followed my lead hugging him from another side. And soon enough we all were having a group hug in the middle of the cafeteria.

Even though my friends had bugged me during the lunch about where I had been for two years, I brushed off their questions and lied that I had taken online classes for which I really did feel bad.

Later, sitting together, stealing fries from each other's plates, and listening as the girls gave me a brief update, I realized how lucky I was to have such amazing friends and for the first time in these past days, somewhere deep down I felt like I would be fine.

Not in the mood for an A/N.



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