SIMONA
"I am sorry."
My eyes were on the floor as I apologized. It was my fault. I was on my phone and did not pay attention to where I was going.
I couldn't look into his eyes though. I am tired of always seeing mockery in them. When will I get to see those soulless orbs gaze at me with lust and a crazy need? Hell would have to freeze over, I guess. But despite the masked self embarrasedment, I am glad that he saw me beautiful like this. There wasn't any reaction though. I saw some guys ogling me when I passed by. But from him, there is not even the tiniest eye flicker. I felt so disappointed.
Something flickered crossed his dashing face. But it is amusement, not amazement.
"Look who we have here. Little whore." He jabbed.
"Don't call me that!
That isn't what we agreed on." I protested.
"I'll call you whatever I want." He drawled.
Leave it to Elion to always be an annoying jerk.
"Well, have fun doing that fuck boy." I retorted sharply.
"There you are babe." A girl came to Elion. She literally throws herself on him and began kissing the living daylight out of him. Elion kisses her back. My hands clenches at my side. My jaw ticked in irritation and slight jealousy. I call it slight jealousy because I know very well that Elion Mayers is a man whore. A guy like him can never ever belong to me. Not even in the slightest way possible. Except only in my wildest dreams which only last a few seconds. But it does hurt.
Now they aren't just kissing anymore. They are now in a full on make out session.
I walked away.
What is wrong with everyone?
I went to the pop up bar by the pool. I pulled out a chair and sat on it. I heard remarks directed at me.
They weren't snide ones, but compliments. Which is a first for me. Guess who is standing a few meters away and admiring my current look and arguing if it me—the Simona Summers they know or not? The jock guys who had embarrassed me and made me get detention at school today.
"I am telling you, it's her!"
"Shut up dude. You are getting high. That can't be little miss innocent goody two shoes we went to detention with today."
Another guy argued. Little miss innocent goody two shoes. Is that what they call me?
I look back and sent a strong glare at them.
"Oh crap! It's her! I fucking told you it's her!"
"I think she heard us."
"She would be deaf not to. You were very loud."
"Pay up Cole. You lost the bet."
Bet? They placed bets on whether It is me or not? Unbelievable. I thought they only placed bets on getting into a girl's pants?
The guy named Cole who had been arguing that it wasn't me, begrudgingly handed a few dollar bills to the other guy.
I looked away from them, busying myself with my phone.
"Hey." Someone calls, sitting on the empty seat besides me. It was one of the jock guys. The main asshole. I particularly remember him mostly out of all five of them because of his sandy blonde hair. He was the one who embarrassed me mostly out of their group.
I completely ignored him and focused on playing games on my phone.
"I am Ricky. You look so beautiful tonight." He said. That five word sentence riles me up. Beautiful? He thinks I would blush stupidly and let my guard down and stop hating him at that lame compliment? And what's with the name telling? I didn't ask. I still focus on ignoring him.
"Listen... I am sorry about earlier today. You must think of me as such a jerk." He stated.
"You are not just a jerk but a top grade asshole too." I snap.
"Okay, okay." He held his hands up in surrender. "I am indeed an asshole. And I am here to apologize."
"Apologize and then try to get into my pants to win a bet with your friends? I am not that stupid." I said with a huff.
"Geez. You see me as the devil."
"Not really." I sigh. "Lucifer is said to be really handsome."
"So you are into really handsome guys huh?" I found his question stupid. Who in this planet earth do not like handsome guys? He wasn't bad looking. But the bad impression that I have of him makes him look and feel ugly to me.
"In that case, I apologize for not being handsome enough to your standard. As well as the first offense."
He held his palms together and bowed slightly. What is this? Subtle gaslighting? I scoff. Just then Dylan shows up like a gentle summer breeze. His presence was more of a time bomb as he sees the guy. "What the fuck are you doing with her man? I thought I fucking told you to stay away from her!" His thundering voice and the way he is glaring dagger and bullets is a warning sign to me that he is prepared to go for another showdown. I could not let that happen. It's not like Pricky guy meant any harm. Dylan would be starting an aimless altercation if he starts a fight with him. Pricky's clique of fellow jocks and assholes were inching closer. I put quickly myself between Dylan and Pricky. I don't want to still be a reason that they fought for the second time. Trying to make Dylan calm down was an almost impossible feat as he was hell bent on punching Pricky's nose again.
"Stop it Dylan!" I yelled.
"Why should I? Have you already forgotten what that asshole did?" He fires.
"List--"
"Listen to her dude. She has already forgiven me." Pricky cuts in.
"I never forgave you!" I snap
"We were on the forgiveness topic when he showed up." He counters. "You should do me and her a favor by disappearing. It's not like she is your girlfriend or anything."
"You asshole!!" Dylan tries to lunge at Pricky but he was held back by some guys.
"Shut it Pricky! And you, calm down already."
"What's going on here?" That was Solange. Of course news of her boyfriend trying to start a fight over his bestie has reached her.
"Help me. Make him calm down." I said to Solange.
"Yeah, you are right. She isn't my girlfriend. But she is someone important to me. And I want to fucking kill you right now for messing with her!" Dylan blurted out. I felt the atmosphere shift. What he said wasn't bad. But the reaction on some people's faces and... Solange made it seem otherwise.