Chapter Fifteen

11.3K 337 79
                                    

Skylar

 I felt anger and repulsion as I stared at “Axel.” Who did he think he was? Why is he standing next to my teacher, like he actually belongs here? I could tell it was him. Even if he did put in light brown contacts and change his hair so that it was sticking up in different directions. Wild, but of course he managed to make it look hot. I will always be able to sense him.

Ryder.

Ryder ignores the girl who asked him if he was single and throws a smirk my way. He tells them a few lies, how he was from Virginia and his Dad moved here because he got a job transfer. How his Mom died from cancer when he was three and he earned a whole bunch of sympathy cries from the girls. I didn't believe his lies and I don't know how any of these girls believed him. But at the same time, I didn't know whether or not he was lying. I mean, he never talked about his parents, or anything actually. He sure could scream about how I was a human, who will forever be lower than him.

I roll my eyes at the thought and doodle on my notebook from boredom. I wasn't going to listen to his bull any longer. He seemed to have everyone believing him, especially the girls. It was crazy how I wasn't even the tiniest bit jealous. Even when the girls pulled their shirts down impossibly low and leaned forward on their desk. The only ones who seemed un-interested were Mina and Dejah, who was texting away on her phone.

“Alright, please take a seat, Axel,” Mr. Fray instructs and Ryder takes a seat in the last row by the window, far away from me. I was glad but I could still feel his heated glance as I continued to doodle freely in my notebook. As I stare at my drawing, I let my pencil fall out of my hands and land on the wooden desk. It was a picture of his eyes, I could tell, even if it was drawn in black and white.

I pick my pencil back up and erase the picture. I then scribble over top of the faint eyes, and erase it again so that you can't see the picture at all.

Suddenly, a piece of paper is thrown at me. I glance at Ryder to see if it was him, but he was staring at his desk, frowning. I look around before my eyes land on a jock, Seth. He was attractive, indeed, but he wasn't my type. He had an olive skin tone, with light hazel eyes and medium brown hair strewn across his forehead, reminding me of Ethan. Seth was grinning as I picked up the paper.

Did it hurt, when you fell from Heaven, is scrawled across the paper. I had to read it a good three times before I actually understood what he wrote. He had horrible handwriting, and I would hate having to grade his papers.

I scoff angrily at Seth. He was never going to get me and I would never get him. He probably didn't even really like me.

I press my pencil against the paper, prepared to write, when the paper is ripped from my hands.

“Passing notes, Skylar,” Mr. Fray. “Well, the entire class should know what you were writing.” His eyes scan over the words, squinting, before he frowns deeply.

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven,” he reads aloud, and the class bursts with laughter. I blush deeply, embarrassed. I honestly do hate Mr. Fray.

“I didn't write it, Mr. Fray! I swear! It was Seth,” I shriek, pointing to him. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, I don't do good girls,” Seth says, raising his hands in defense. I glared at the bastard, wondering how Mr. Fray even believed him.

“Mr. Fray, I swear,” I say, trying to reign in my anger. It was Seth! Seth, not me. Why doesn't he believe me?

“Skylar, I am very disappointed in you,” the stupid teacher says, and walks back to the front of the class, the note in hand. I turn to look at Seth, who was laughing quietly with his other foolish jock friends. This was all probably planned, knowing Seth.

Forbidden LoveWhere stories live. Discover now