My phone beeped repeatedly as I packed up some of my clothes.
I woke up really late. I was busy thinking of what mom could possibly want to talk about and lost count of time.
I sniffed. I need to be quick so I don't miss the train.
The door creaked open and Emile stepped in.
"Are you for real, Clara. You're leaving for the weekend? " Emile's voice echoed through the room, closing the door behind her.
"Of course my mom needs me." I replied without looking at her.
"Oooh shit this is going to ruin my plan, I already had our weekend planned out." Ivy mouthed.
"I'm sorry if your plan doesn't work out, Emile. " I replied, zipping up my bag.
"There's a big night party coming up on Saturday and I'd plan for the three of us to go there together." She said,
I took in a deep breath and turned to face her.
"You know I don't attend parties, Emile." I replied, staring at her pretty face.
"But this one is different, I mean it's perfect. " She replied, demonstrating with her hands as she spoke.
"What's so special about this so-called party girl?" I asked.
"James Hunter is going to perform that night, Clara." She replied.
I shrugged and turned back to my bag.
"A rude guy isn't a reason to make it different." I replied.
"Have you ever heard him sing before, Clara?" She asked.
My ears rang to her footsteps as she moved closer to me.
"I heard him sing the last time you guys forced me to that party." I replied, carrying my bag.
"Are you for real?" She asked, her gaze fixed on me.
"Send my greetings to Ivy when she returns back from her training." I replied, opening the door.
My steps made a mild sound as I walked out of the dorm.
With my handbag slung on my shoulders and my bags in hand.
I headed to the field and out of the main gate after receiving a pass from the gate man.
It rained all through the previous night and everywhere was damn cold.
My canvas hit the floor softly as I walked into the street.
My phone beeped, I stopped to take it out of my handbag.
When a black car sped past me suddenly, splashing mud water on my clothes.
My eyes fell to my white top and blue jean trouser.
My white top was ruined. It didn't look like the one I put on early this morning.
Gasps came from a few people standing nearby.
My throat dried up as humiliation burned my face.
A tear threatened to fall off my cheeks as I bit my bottom lips.
"How was I going to manage going home this dirty?"
I paused as the black car drove back and pulled up beside me, winning the glass down.
I clenched my fists and moved closer to the driver.
I sneered. I wasn't surprised who it was. James Hunter.
"What the hell! Why on earth did you splash water on me." I screamed out at him.
I watched as he leaned his arm lazily on the steering wheel.
"You were standing too close to the road."
His lips curved slightly.
"Accidents happen and that's my way of paying you back for appearing in my bathroom without my words."
I froze, my brows drawing together." You disgust me." I hissed.
"Oooh really do I?" He mouthed with an annoying playful voice.
I stepped back from his car and started walking away. "Fuck off." I shouted.
"What are you doing? " He demanded, raising his voice so I could hear him.
"What does it look like I'm doing? " I retorted without reducing my walking pace.
His car hummed as he drove at the same pace I was walking.
"Get into the car so you can get a new dress." He commanded.
I let out a slight chuckle and stopped. " I'm not one of the dumb girls you command, guy. " I replied and continued walking.
"Stop being stubborn, girl. Get into the car while I'm still nice." He mouthed.
"I'd rather go back to school and change my clothes than to get into your car and follow you to wherever you're taking me to. " I said.
"Suit yourself. " He yelled out and drove past.
"Hey, Clara, please wait. " I heard a masculine voice behind me.
I turned and found out it was the exact person I taught. Ethan.
"What do you want from me, cheat?" I screamed out.
I tightened my fingers trying not to hit him on the face.
"You didn't have to do that to Damien." He mouthed.
"Shut it, Ethan. At first I was going to let you cheat with Samantha because of a reason but then you guys didn't stop there you sent it to the damn platform." I voiced out.
"Babe, I wasn't with Samantha,I didn't even go to the hotel you paid for, I had a family issue and I went home but on my arrival I found that video and I don't know anything about the video on the student's platform, please you need to believe me." He said stretching his hand to hold mine.
I sniffed. What a terrible liar. The hotel he had sex with Samantha was now the hotel he didn't show up in.
I pulled back and stared hard at me. " Who are you trying to deceive, Ethan. " I said.
"I'm telling you the truth, Clara." He muttered.
"Tell that to the walls. " I said and walked away.
I swallowed hard. Could he be right?
My heart skipped a beat.
If Ethan was telling the truth then who was the guy in the video?