Chapter 22

DIAMOND
I don’t know what is happening to me, but I think I love these changes about me—walking boldly to class with a heart like that of a glass. I spot my bullies sitting a few seats behind mine, and my thighs clench when we meet eyes.
 
Last time was crazy; I don’t believe I was trying to touch myself while they invaded my thoughts. My thinking faculty couldn’t function properly without thinking of them. I’m going crazy, right? Because there is no way I should be thinking of the guys who have sworn to make my life a fucking hell.
 
I hop into my seat and I hear a low laughter, apparently laughter coming from the cheerleader, and I notice Jane is beside her as usual.
 
Dropping my bag and taking out my books, I rest my hands on the desk as I look back at Jane. They are still staring at me with intense hatred and anger. And I think it’s pleasing now to watch them look that way at me.
 
The professor hasn’t arrived yet, and that explains why the class is noisy. They are all discussing the same thing, but it seems I’m lonely. I don’t give a fuck about it.
 
Until the cheerleader jumps out of her seat and heads to the front of the class, where everyone can see her and where she can also stare at everyone.
 
“Everyone, it’s my birthday today, and you are all invited to my party this evening.” The class cheers up, and then her eyes turn in my direction, staring at me with a fierce eye as if I’m the only one she can see.

“And you, especially Diamond, are specially invited. I want to use it as a medium to apologize for all I have done to you, and I will also like you to play a song for me with your guitar; it will make me feel special.” She winks at me while the class cheers her up. She’s the cheerleader anyway, with her loads of fans.

Once she notices the professor approaching the class, she turn to her seat with a swift movement giving signal to the class about the professor’s presence.
 
What is she up to now? I know she will never invite me to her birthday party without a motive.

She sure has something planned for me, and if it were the old me, I would have ignored or probably reject her invitation immediately. But I don’t now, and that’s because I’m no longer scared of her and her gangs.
 
If they have a plan, then I have a plan too, and it will be such a fucking pleasure to see it manifest.
 
The professor walks into the class, and we greet him while he proceeds to write today's topic on the board.
 
I get my pen and I’m ready to note it down as he explains. While the class is going on, I notice someone whispering my name behind me. I know whose voice it is, and I don’t bother to turn around to respond.
 
But it seems like he has no fear for the professor because he gets off his seat and comes to mine, asking me to adjust so he can sit.
 
What the fuck does he want? Does he realize that we are in class and any distraction from us can get us kicked out by the professor?
 
“Did you just ignore me a while ago?” Sebastian whispers, and immediately a full-body shudder goes through me. How can my body react this much to his voice?
 
No, I hate him. I hate him since I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I last night after I got home.
 
Maybe I might be able to stop if I stay away from them. But I don’t see that happening because they always look out for me in every space.
 
“I want you at the party, little mouse.” He whispers again, and my stomach churns, my toes curling inside my shoes. For God sake, can he stop talking already and pay attention to the class?
 
“We can’t talk about that now. We are in the class.” I whisper back, but he smirks instead, snatching my book from me and closing it.
What the fuck?
 
“I don’t give a fuck about the class.” He snarls at me, and my eyes widen in shock.
 
“What do you fucking want from me? I’m here to learn, so let me learn in peace. If you don’t want to learn, let me fucking be!” I yell.
 
Jesus, I fucking yell so loudly that the whole class turns to look at us. The professor stops talking and stares at us. Fuck, I'm about to pee on my pants right now.
 
“What is going on? Sebastian?” The professor narrows his eyes at him, but Sebastian boldly looks at him and answers.
 
“I was trying to write from her book, but she doesn’t permit me.” He lies through his teeth and winks at me.
 
Bloody liar.
 
“That’s not...”
The professor cuts me off, and I want to fucking sink my finger into Sebastian’s back and make sure I see blood oozing out of his skin.
 
“Allow him to look through your book, Diamond. And don’t raise your voice again or else I will have you kicked out.”
 
My heart clenched with anger. How the fuck did he allow him to speak and didn’t give me a chance to even speak the truth?
 
Sebastian brings his hand on my lap, and I push it away immediately. “What the fuck did you do? You are not just a bully but a fucking liar as well, isn’t it?” My eyes widen, but he keeps the devilish smile on his lips as if I was acting funny on purpose.
 
“I always get my way in everything. The professor knows better than to treat me anyhow.” He whispers, and I almost bite out his ears, but I don’t; I clench my fist instead, hating on the fact that he has sworn to make me uncomfortable all the time.
 
“You know what? It’s not funny; you are so fucking annoying, and I wish I could cut off your balls.”
 
“You love the balls, so you will never cut them off.” He grins and I grind on my teeth because he actually thinks it’s funny.

He takes me unaware, pulling my hand up to his lips and kisses them slightly, I feel the warmth of his lips as soon as my skin shivers with cold.
 
What. The. Heck.

He fucking irks me, and I still can’t figure out a way to get him out of my life and out of my fucking space for good.

But the more he gets closer, the more I realize how fucked up I am.