Chapter 3 - Left Alone
I slouch in the plaid chair, stabbing my skin with my nails to keep my hands busy and to distract myself from the scenario I put myself in.
“You know what the protocol is, right?” The Dean asks, sighing as he leans back into his chair.
I shrug, not meeting his eyes as I hang my head low, wringing my hands together.
“Can you tell me why you did it? What happened?” He pries, trying to get something out of me.
I shrug in response, not sure how to answer his question without giving away half of the truth.
“Alright then,” He comments, clicking something on his phone.
My head whips up as the familiar sound of phone dialling grabs my attention, spiking a nerve in me.
“No, stop!” I yell, panic clouding my mind. “Don’t call my parents, please.”
“Then can you tell me why you were hovered over Mr. Haywood with a bloody fist, let alone his busted lip and bruised cheek.” He eyes me, looking down at my crusted hand for effect.
“He just said something,” I put, not use to feeling this vulnerable in front of someone.
“Alright, if that’s how it’s going to be–” he shakes his head before I interrupt him, screaming internally.
“You know what? Fine. I don’t care.” I spit, narrowing my eyes at him in disgust before I push my chair backwards, striding over to the door in anger.
I try to open the door, groaning frustratedly as I whip back to him in anger.
“Open the door.”
“Not until you tell me what happened, Lilac.” He says calmly, inhaling deeply when I tug on the door handle once again.
I wince. He’s known me since I was seven and has not once called me anything other than Lila or any other maternal nickname.
I walk over to his satin desk, grabbing the silver key hidden between a pile of books, snatching it under his hands before he can grab it from mine.
“You can tell me now or later, Lilac. I’m going to have to talk to Sage and Holly too.”
“He said in quotations,” I start, challenging him with my eyes. “Oh look who it is, the ****** anorexic and the depressed girl who can’t even manage to kill herself without being saved.”
He flinches, not expecting the words that had just fumbled out of my mouth.
“What do you mean?” He asks cautiously, not sure of how to go by this.
“What you heard.”
I open the door with a heave, slamming it behind me with force before he can question me further.
I roam around the halls of the East End of the school, passing by little shops and flyers posted on a crooked bulletin board.
My fingers drift across the white walls, my mind drifting off to the thought of this summer ending, and what comes along with it.
Sadness seeps into my core slowly with every breath I take in, settling deep inside the pit of my stomach.
I haven’t seen my parents in over 8 months, and although they never really cared much about me, I still missed them.
Since as long as I can remember, they worked all year for their company in either Dubai or Moscow, and said that I couldn’t come with them.
So, they decided to send me away while they paid the bills.
They come home a couple of time a year when I have spring or Christmas break for a couple of days, but their presence just hurts me more than them being away, the awkward small talk and side glances showing that we truly don’t even know each other.
I’ve been at this school since I was four, having an early birthday to set me in kindergarten, but my parents just wanted me gone so they could travel for their work and enjoy the life they made–without me.
I was supposed to spend this summer with them, but they canceled the week before I came home from the end of the school year, and said they got me a job as a lifeguard at our country club and to just stay at home for the couple of months I had off.
So, once they deemed that they weren’t giving me enough structure as parents, they gave guardianship to the Dean of my school instead of helping me out and actual being parents to me, and left without a word.
I plop my suitcase on my bed, the silver four leaved clover shining from the lamps light shining on it.
“Oi, the hell happened to your face?” I exclaim as Rivers walks in with a scowl, blood gushing from his nose and a long scratch lining the top of his cheek.
“Lilac.” He spits, wiping the blood on his face with the back of his hand.
I chuckle, imagining her tiny structure pommeling into his face.
“What do you mean, ‘Lilac’? She’s half the size of you for ***** sake.”
He snarls, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“She came up to me first. It’s her fault, really. If she didn’t like what I had to say, she shouldn’t have made Sagen come up to me in the first place.” He shakes his head, talking mostly to himself.
My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, a queasy feeling settling in the depths of my stomach.
“What did you say to her? To them.” I demand, getting defensive.
He squints at me, his eyes dismissive.
“Go ask them yourself, lover boy.”
I shove him, grabbing his collar to push him up against the wall.
He sputters, caught off guard by the ambush.
“Listen here, Rivers,” I snarl into his ear, inhaling sharply. “Things are going to change around here. You either leave them alone, or you deal with me.”
He just looks at me, underlying fear hiding beneath his eyes.
“Got it?” I repeat again, shoving him against the wall with a harder force.
“Got it.” He hisses, grunting as I release him, sending him tumbling onto the floor.
I narrow my eyes at him in disgust, my heartbeat drilling a rapid pattern into my brain.
I open the door to our dorm room, slamming it behind in anger.
I storm down the carpeted stairs, climbing another flight when I reach a plato to reach the girls’ dorms.
It’s been not even one ******* day and Rivers has already managed to **** something up.
Sage has liked him for nearly a decade, and has been to blindsided to see how much of an ******* he really is.
What an idiot.