Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
" K ate?" I demanded, moving back when Arden reached for me.
The wind whipped around him as he gazed at me with a solemn expression on his face.
"I'm a dick, and I know it. But in fairness, Jain, we never set any boundaries. For all I know, you could've been fucking someone else!"
"You fucked her?" I gasped, nausea taking over me.
He looked panicked for a minute before reaching out for me.
"Jain-"
"No, I can't , Arden. Do you understand how fucked up this is? I know we never set boundaries, but I did hope you were the sort of guy that wouldn't need them! I assumed when you were spending so much time with me; you wouldn't be out seeking attention from other women!" I was seething now, and he frowned at me.
"You're not my girlfriend, Jain. You're overreacting."
His voice was low and cautious, his eyes glancing around us like I was about to go thermo-psycho on him .
"Don't flatter yourself. It's my fault for trusting you," I spat angrily, wishing I had never laid eyes on him.
I liked him more than I cared to admit, but he was not helping the situation at all. His hair fell into his eyes as he gazed at me, his jaw tightening.
"Wait, you liked me?"
"Why do you think I'm reacting like this, you dick?!" I slammed my hands on his chest as he caught them roughly in his hands.
"All you had to do was say," Arden said, a smirk playing on his lips. He was so sure of himself.
"Past tense, take note."
"Noted. Do you at least accept my apology?"
I sighed with irritation before turning in the opposite direction.
"No. Better luck with Kate."
"Jain—" Arden called after me, his voice filled with irritation.
I wasn't sure why he felt annoyed, but it wasn't a patch on what I felt. I strode away, hoping he wasn't following me.
I was incensed.
Yet part of me still wanted Arden despite his filthy antics. I couldn't allow myself to go there- especially considering who he had been with.
Kate .
I couldn't forget the smug look in her eyes, the way she had pouted at me before throwing her silky hair over her shoulder. She could have Arden. I was lucky enough not to have fallen hook, line, and sinker for him.
"Jain."
"Oh, for fucks sake , Arden!" I snapped, turning to stop mid-sentence when I saw Mr Silver gazing at me from the school entrance.
I blinked, suddenly aware I had marched round to the front of the school in my angry state and assumed Arden was behind me.
"Okay. I'm not Arden."
Mr Silver cocked his brow at me before I saw the other teachers coming up behind him.
"Sorry, Sir, I didn't realise."
He held my gaze as I swallowed back the tears that were threatening to spill down my cheeks.
He was beyond handsome yet unattainable.
Why did I have a crush on my teacher?
He nodded as I turned and walked towards the gates, my shoulders slumping when I remembered Harley's words.
I saw you with your bird last night.
Only six more months of this shit, and I could do whatever I wanted.
One thing was for sure—I wasn't going to allow any man to fuck with my head anymore. Arden had used me and tossed me aside when he was bored. I had no intention of getting involved with him again.
"Jain! Wait up!"
Are you fucking kidding me?
I turned to see Harley jogging up beside me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Are you fucking stalking me?" I demanded as Harley gazed at me like I hadn't spoken.
"What are you doing tonight? I'm free if you want to come round."
I stopped as he frowned.
"What the fuck are you doing ? Trying it on with me now , of all times? Harley. It's a no. Now and forever. I'm just not into you."
He looked wounded, and for a second, I felt terrible .
"Wow. I was just trying to be a friend..."
"Well, you haven't exactly warranted that title of late!" I cried, now completely taking it all out on Harley, who looked stunned. "Is sex all you boys think about? I'm not interested in any of you!"
"Jain—"
"Harley, seriously, just please leave me alone."
I turned and walked away, praying he listened. If not, I would have no other option than to kick him in the balls, as that was the kind of day I was having.
Luckily for Harley, he didn't follow me, and he didn't call after me.
I felt a twinge of guilt when he texted me later that evening apologising for being a dick—his words, yet I couldn't have agreed more.
Mum insisted on ordering pizza, as it was payday. So as I munched my way through a large tandoori pizza all to myself, watching Jim Carrey on TV, I made a firm decision.
I was done with Arden.