Chapter 3: Whispers

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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I drag my breath out as I listen to Ms. Lopez explain the Bill of Rights and why they were truly created.

"Hey," I hear Kade's voice as his hand taps my shoulder. "Rea?"

His innocent tone brings down my irritation just a tad. "What?"

"Do you have an extra pencil? Mine broke," He holds up his black Ticonderoga pencil with a torn tip.

I rub my temple. "You know they invented mechanical pencils, right?"

"They cost too much. Plus, I prefer simplicity. I'm a simple guy." Kade smiles bright, eyes lit with a hope that I'll give him a pencil.

"Mechanical pencils are simple, genius." I sigh. "Here." I hand him a red mechanical pencil from my bag. "Don't lose it."

I cast a glare when his fingers unnecessarily skim over mine. "Thanks. I'll repay you somehow," He grins crookedly.

I wave him off. "Just... Go buy new pencils and leave me alone."

"You say that a lot. Are you an introverted person?"

My foot begins to do its habitual shaking. "And what made you come up with a thought like that?"

"You don't say much." He shrugs.

"Do I need to?" An eyebrow arches.

He grins again. "Not exactly, but you should. You have a nice voice."

I give him a what-the-fuck glare.

He rolls his eyes. "Forget it. You know what?"

"Enlighten me."

"I'm having a--"


" group thing." He finishes awkwardly.

"Aren't you new? Who could you possibly invite to a 'study group thing'?"

"You," He shrugs.

"I don't study." The words leave my mouth too quick. The disgust and guilt crash down on me like the weight of a deep, deep ocean. It suffocates you.

Kade innocently laughs. "I bet you're failing all your classes."

I glare once more. "Do I look that stupid?"


He wafts his hand. "No. You look...decently smart."

I plaster a fake smile. "Oh gee, decently smart. Let me put that right next to my decently attractive trophy!"

"I was right."

"About?" My smile drops.

"Your smile is kinda weird."

"It wasn't a real smile."

"So you do smile."

"Of course I smile. Everyone does."

"You should smile often."

"You should leave me alone often."

"Miss Dréa, is there a problem?" Lopez's eyes, like daggers, dart to me. "I suggest you pay attention. Your grade desperately needs help."

I glare at her. "I'm listening."

She continues on with the lesson, her hips swaying as she dances across the whiteboard.

You'llnevergraduate. Whydoyoueventry? You'redestinedtobeafailure. You'reworthless. Pathetic. Trash.

Jesus, what's with all this insecurity? I self-blame way too much. What's it called? Self-pity? Jesus fucking Christ, Dréa. You're a train wreck.

I sigh. Luckily, Lopez is a woman. I don't need to sleep with anyone else.


What the fuck is wrong with me, for fuck sake.

Submitted: May 06, 2016

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