Chapter 8: Reasons

Billie pov

“No,” I said. Ann threw a hard glance at me, and I smiled. She shook her head, disappointed. The new boy looked confused for a moment, and then he smiled at me as if he understood my intention. It seemed like he was smiling at me.

I hid my eyes and faced my parents and Mr. Rogers. And The memory earlier came playing in my Head.

I raced out of the room where I had been earlier with John. My heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. I knew it was a lie; it wasn’t a prank. John was lying, and I could see it. But I didn’t know what to think. Why is my life such a mess? I can’t tolerate it anymore.

How could MN be someone who knew John? I thought it was a prank, a bet. I dashed into one of the toilets and broke down. I hadn’t cried like this before. I didn’t know what to do now; I just needed some time alone. My life had always been difficult, and just when I started to have hope with M.N., I was thrown back again.

Of course, how could someone like me be loved? I had always felt like a toy for the boys, and I wondered how many pranks I would have to withstand. For the first time in my life, I wished I could be someone like Blake. I hated my figure and my weight. If only I were like Blake, then I would have a boyfriend; boys would chase after me like they do with her.

I washed my face and that was when the door opened and Blake and her friends entered.

Her eyes were red and I knew she cried like me.

“Blake” I called her.” it was a misunderstanding. It wasn't John I didn't know the man either, it was not John's fault your fault, or mine please let it go” She gave me her death stare then she smirked.

“You really think so fool that I would just let it go, you were happy when you received the letter going on top of the world, and now”

I felt bad. I had made her look bad and down. If only I didn't try to show my emotion. She wouldn't be this angry.

Well, it was too late as she stormed at me and pulled my hair before I could even protest, Alisha was already running the tap in a bucket. Blake dipped my head inside. I struggled. Unable to breathe it felt like my life was seizing…

She pulled it back up.

“Blake please” I pleaded but her eyes were still fury and I guess she wouldn't budge.

She dips it in the second time. I struggled my face was becoming pale, I couldn't breathe. I flipped my hand. But she didn't care. Then the door flipped open, I hoped it was Ann but the person flipped Alisha aside and helped my head from the water. He settled me down as I regained my breathing.

“Who the hell are you” Blake yelled at the intruder.

“And if you know I am the one would you also put my head In a basin?. ” the owner of the voice thundered.

Slowly the half dragged and carried me out. Because I was too heavy for him. I felt Ann scream my name and run towards me. I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear her voice and the person that was holding me.

I stir a little. Then I was carried by the familiar firm hand away from the noise and everything.

And I happened to wake up in a hospital.

That was all I could remember.

Blake was still looking at me. Of course, I wanted to tell on her. But I couldn't she was my sister, and she had the right to be angry. I can't let her get expelled because of me. And my parents, I can't make them lose face.

But the scenes still played in my head.

“It was only a mistake, she didn't do anything,” I said again. Blake could only stare at me like I was mad but I wasn't.

What she had done was s wicked but I have my reasons

I understood the reason behind my actions. I didn’t want the principal to take care of my sister; that was my responsibility. I needed to confront her directly instead of seeking help, as that was something she looked down on me for. I had to be strong and face her head-on. This was the only reason I dismissed the accusations against her. She had nearly caused my death, but I had to handle it this way.

My mom gave me a grateful look, and I smiled back. She seemed stressed lately, and I wondered why. My dad simply nodded at me.

"Okay then," Mr. Rogers said, clapping his hands together. "I guess that settles it." He glanced at the boy with blue eyes and Ann. "Are you both okay with that?"

The boy nodded, and Ann also nodded in agreement.

I muttered a thank you to Ann and turned to look at the boy. To my horror, he walked toward me and took my hand.

"Iba my; I have to escort you outside. Are you okay with that?" He beamed, revealing a set of white teeth.

I gulped. What was wrong with this guy? I had just met him, and yet he was acting strangely. Normally, any guy would just glare at me and walk away. But he had helped me out with Blake and even wanted to ensure that Blake faced consequences. He had agreed with me before Ann did when I explained that it was an accident.

I smiled, realizing he wasn't bothered by my weight or how I looked. I nodded in gratitude, and Ann walked up to us, placing her hand on my shoulder as a gesture of comfort. Blake stole a glance at me, clearly surprised that I had defended her. I knew she would ask me about it later, but I didn’t care.

The boy led me outside, with Ann by my side. He was acting strangely, almost as if he felt like he knew me from before.

“I am Nate,” he said, smiling as we walked.

I turned to him. “I am…”

“Billie Jones, I know.”

How did he know? I remembered that I had been called that in front of him. Maybe that’s why he knew my name. Then he faced me again.

“Sorry about your boyfriend and the letter. I hope it goes well.”

I stared at him. Why was he bringing up the past? And why was he interested in everything that had happened when he had just arrived?

I looked at Ann. She shook her head. She wasn't the one; even though the news about her breakup with John was common knowledge, the letter was different.

I hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking.