Twice The Trouble

Chapter 91: Sophia's Fury

Bryce

Sophia angrily stomped out of the university gymnasium, Lucas in tow.

A few feet away from me stood my partner: A tall blonde in a red ballroom dress. Her posture was erect and her soft red lips were trembling, same as her bare shoulders. An aggressive torrent of tears were freely flowing down both her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell, her sobs almost mute.

Everyone in the dance hall plunged into gossipy murmurs and redundant whispers.

I took a step towards Stacy, but Heather blocked my path.

"Get out of my way, Heather," I growled at the slinky brunette in risque clothes.

"Don't tell me you're going to console that bitch?"

"She's not a bitch, and even if she were, what does that make you, a harpy?"

I brushed past the long-haired brunette but she grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

"Don't! Just don't go to her, Bryce." Heather begged me to come back to her, but I was having none of her bullshit anymore.

Roughly, I snatched my wrist from her hold and narrowed my blue eyes. "Give up, Heather."

"No! Just.. let's start all over again, Bryce." She touched my arm. "You and me. I'll improve."

I shrugged her hand from my arm. "Improve?" I laughed sarcastically. "After all the shit you've pulled, you have the gall to still say that?"

"Bryce.."

"You're all bark and no bite, Heather.You aren't a threat to anyone and you never have been. You didn't have to sabotage Azalea in order to be a famous model. And you didn't have to ruin Stacy's reputation to get me back. Whether or not you did all those things, it's not going to change the past nor the future. I don't love you anymore. And I won't love you again."

She burst into tears, burying her face in her palms. "Please, stop."

"You expect me to stop when you did otherwise?" I sighed warily. "So maybe you were hurt. It's common to do irrational things when you're hurt. But was it really worth it?"

Heather relentlessly cried.In front of me.In front of the audience in the dance hall.

"I pity you, Heather. I really do. You may be hurting right now, but projecting your hurt onto others won't do you any good." I walked past her and said:

"I pray you find happiness elsewhere."

Lucas

Sophia launched out of the gymnasium, and I followed her down the long flight of stairs.

"Quit chasing me!" she snapped while she descended the stairs, her chest heaving.

"Sophia, please stop running," I said, hurriedly tailing after her.

The long-haired brunette in a yellow dress gave no response. She just kept scurrying off.

I wasn't able to dissuade her from climbing down the stairs and exiting the building.

"You're upset, I know." I bent down and held both my knees, catching my breath.

We were outside one of the school buildings. A few twinkling stars were scattered over the black night sky. A chilly evening breeze flew past our legs, eliciting an audible shiver from Sophia.

"You can't possibly know how I'm feeling right now!" she yelled, her brown eyes blazing.

The 18-year old girl embraced her bare arms. I removed my gray blazer, leaving me in my plain white shirt and gray slacks. I offered the garment to Sophia, but she inched backwards.