5. That voice. . . . .

TASHA

My mum's car pulls into the senior parking lot. She turns off the car's engine and adjusts her hair and makeup while looking at the side mirror.

I know she wants to look all posh and serious in front of Principal Salazar, and I can't even complain, because obviously, I am the reason why she is here in my school today.

"Alright Tasha, let us go." She says, climbing down from the car. I exit my side of the car too and shut the door behind me.

As we walk towards the massive school building at the center of the entire large premises, tons of students glance our way. But what catches my attention more is the fact that they keep on switching their eyes between their phones and me. 

Something is definitely not right here. And I have this huge feeling that their reactions are tied to that monstrosity of a blog called Ville Secrets.

Anyway, my mum flips her long hair over her shoulders as we walk into the building. She looks poised and elegant, her eyes focused straight ahead. Mine is almost stuck to the ground, avoiding the faces of the whispering students loitering in the hallway. My head keeps wavering around the fact that something shitty about me might have been posted to Ville Secrets.

Fuck Jason! Fuck Diane!

I am still cursing those assholes in my head when I ram into someone's chest, knocking their phone and Maths textbook to the floor.

Holy shit! 

My knees fall to the floor. My hands get busy. "Fuck I am so sor—"

"It is cool."

That voice. . . . .

Wait a minute.

I slowly lift my face up.

And our eyes collide.

Holy shit! I am super fucked! For a few seconds, it feels like all the air in my lungs just evaporated.

I am staring at the face of Nate Adams, the single infamous hottest guy in Westville High. His dad is insanely rich, Westville girls are dying to have a taste of him, and it is surprising to say that despite the reputation that precedes him, he is actually cool, not nasty, and only moves with Marco and Jennie, Marco's girlfriend.

I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend though.

"Hey," his voice snaps me out of my trance. "Are you alright?"

I gulp in a breath. "Yeah. . . .Ugh, I am fine."

I pick up his phone and textbook from the floor and get to my feet. I hand his properties over to him. "I am so sorry for bumping into you like that. I wasn't looking. I hope nothing happened to your phone."

Shit. Looking at that phone right now, I can tell that it is an iPhone 13 pro max. I am still stuck with my 11 pro max, and I really hope nothing bad happened to his phone, because unlike him, I don't fucking have any tons of dollars tucked away somewhere that can be digged out and used to repair his phone.

I watch him run his long fingers along the sides and screen of the phone.

"My phone is fine." He nods after checking his phone, smiling as he looks up at me. "You are lucky."

I exhale. "I guess I am. Thank God."

"Tasha." I hear my mom's voice calling me, and then it hits!

Fuck. I am still on my wretched journey to Principal Salazar's office.

"Sorry." I apologize once more to Nate before turning around on my heels and racing towards my mum, who is standing hands akimbo at the end of the corridor waiting for me.

I can't believe I just bumped into Nate Adams few minutes ago. For the record, I have never even spoken to the guy for once in my entire high school life until today. We attend the same art classes, belong to the same photography club, and even shared a table at the cafeteria once last semester, but we never talked to each other during that lunch, probably because he was chatting away happily with his friend Marco while I was too busy cuddling up to that fucked up asshole Jason.

Speaking about that devil. . . . .

Jason smirks up at me when my mum and I arrive in front of Principal Salazar's office. He is seated with his dad on the faded brown bench outside the office.

I doubt if he will ever feel apologetic for what he did to me. From the one year, three months and six days of my dating experience with Jason, the one sure thing I have known about him is the fact that Jason isn't the 'sorry type.'

Thinking about that aspect of him now, I feel really shitty and stupid for all the times that I tolerated and even apologized to him for mistakes that were clearly his fault. My love for him and the desperation to keep our relationship going really made me do some crazy things that I never knew I could do.

I was so blind. So fucking blind. This asshole used me and my feelings and crashed them to the dirt like they were nothing. He had the fucking guts to cheat on me with my best friend.

Well, he doesn't get to call the final shot. I do. And I will get my pound of flesh in whatever way possible.

"Good morning Mr Richard." I mumble a greeting to Jason's dad, keeping my head down. He doesn't respond to my greeting, and when I look up, he is staring at me like he wants to bash my head or something.

I wonder if Jason had the balls to tell his dad the truth why he has claw marks on his neck and cheek. Anyway, even if he didn't, I might be forced to expose him today in front of everyone that will be present in Principal Salazar's office. I wonder how his dad will react if he gets to know that his son is a two time bastard who was shamelessly slamming his dick into a girl's cunt in school.

Jason should better get ready, because things are about to get really dirty and shitty. I know I will definitely be punished for what I did yesterday, but Jason and Diane don't get to hurt me and dump me like some fucking piece of trash and think that they can get away with what they have done to me.

Never.