Wanting Winter(38)

He squeezes his hands tighter on my face. “Winter…” He stops when we hear Candice, and Trent steps back away from me.

“Winter, are you bothering my boyfriend?” Candice comes over, linking her arm with his.

“No. It’s your boyfriend who’s bothering me.” I try and walk away but Trent takes hold of my hand. I pull it away. “Don’t touch me. You lost every right to touch when you got your dick down that bitch’s throat.”

“Winter…”

“Trent, let’s just go. She’s too pathetic to listen to what you have got to say.” She tries to pull him away, but he doesn’t budge.

He tries to pull his arm away from her. “How can you say that? We just hurt her.”

“Don’t bother, Trent. This is what she is like towards people who bore her; we are nothing but dirt on her shoe. I bet she gave you the sad eyes, teared up, telling you how bad she felt. It’s what she does when she feels like she’s in trouble.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t fucking shout at me,” I yell at her.

“Just get over this depressive bullshit and move on.” She sways her hand like she is shooing away a dog.

“Me move on? I just found out you were blackmailing my boyfriend to fuck you behind my back.” I yell in her face. “You were fucking him when you were meant to be my friend. Why? Because you are a pathetic, jealous, spoilt brat. I used to wish I was you, but you know what? I’m glad I’m not; you are a lonely, ugly bitch. Once Trent sees the real you he will end it and you will be alone. The only ones willing to give you company are those who are after an easy fuck.” I spit at her. I walk towards her, wrapping my hands around her neck, squeezing hard.

“Winter,” I hear Trent call out to me.

Candice’s fingers go to my hands, but I don’t let off. “Your boyfriend still wants me; that’s why he won’t stay away—that’s why he didn’t stop kissing me yesterday. He is drawn to me; you and I know it. You are scared that he will realize that he made a mistake, but he is stuck with you now. You ever look my way again, I will hurt you so bad that even your own parents won’t recognize you, even though I bet they couldn’t choose you from a line up anyway.”

Tears prickle her eyes.

“Winter, let go,” Drake says from beside me, his hands going to mine.

I let go, and Candice almost falls to the floor. “You stay the fuck away from me.” I turn to go

“Trent why don’t we go fuck in the locker room; it is where it all started.”

I walk towards her, my arm pulling back before my fist connects with her face. I cry out in pain, shaking my hand.

Fuck that hurt.

I look to Candice, who is on the floor. No one comes to her side apart from Trent, who is looking at me with an expression I’m unsure of.

I walk towards them, and Candice looks up at me. She is looking behind me. I do the same. I see the jock table, Patrick, Drake and a few others at my side. I face her with a smirk and bend down so we are face to face. “You have no one, not really. Me? I have the school.” I hear the Dean shouting, making his way towards us.

“What the hell is going on here?” he roars, looking at each of us.

I feel my arm being pulled, so I’m a part of the crowd. I turn to Joshua who gives me a nod.

“Well? What happened?”

“That crazy bitch hit me.” Candice stands up.

The Dean faces me with a look of surprise. I am the good girl; he and I both know it. “Is that true?”

I shake my head looking innocent. “No, this other girl hit her and walked away as Candice slept with her boyfriend. Candice is blaming me because I found out she was also sleeping with mine and she’s afraid he is going to get back with me,” I explain.

The Dean puts his hand to his head seeming confused. “Is anyone willing to support Candice Walters’s accusation?” He looks around the room and no one says anything.

“This is bullshit. I want her expelled. Trent tell him she hit me.” She looks to Trent who looks at me.

I look to him, biting my lip and he shakes his head. “Candice, we can’t blame Winter for what that girl did.”

“Wait, what? No, Trent. Why are you lying? She just hit me,” she whines.

“Miss Walters, if no one is coming forward, there is nothing more that I can do. Why don’t you head to the nurse’s office and get your face cleaned up. Everyone else, please continue and take your seats.

Joshua, Patrick, Drake and I stand there unmoving as everyone around us gets back to their seats, but their eyes are still on us. My eyes are still on Trent who is watching me. I can see that torn look in his eyes.

“Trent, are you coming?” Candice asks in a high-pitched voice, but his eyes are still on me.

“Don’t worry, I got her,” Joshua says to him coming to my side, putting his arm around me, comforting me. Trent looks at his arm with an angry look, but he has no right to feel like that.

“You better go,” I tell him, turning around and linking my arm through Drake’s, Joshua’s arm still around me, guiding me back to his table. I sit down, my body vibrating with so much anger.

My hurt is being replaced by this hate and anger for them both.

I don’t turn around, but I know when he leaves. I look ahead of me, squeezing my fists causing my nails to dig into my palms. I remember why I don’t date boys in college: even when you think they are different, they aren’t.