When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(24)

Graham looks around at all of the watchful eyes that are waiting for an explanation. “No way man, I’m just getting some notes from government class. It’s nothing like that,” Graham practically laughs in my face without batting an eyelash while humiliating me. I physically flinch at his obvious disgust with me.

My skin burns red as I look to see a group of girls snickering at me. The football player moves down the hallway accepting Graham’s excuse. Everyone continues back on their original conversations that we had interrupted.

I reach for my crutches as Graham attempts to help me with them. I jerk them out of his reach. “Seriously, what the fuck do you think you are doing?” I utter under my breath with an anger I didn’t know was capable of coming from someone like me.

Graham’s eyes grow large. Obviously he isn’t expecting me to drop such foul language. Not a big surprise, since I usually choose to use more eloquent words when speaking. “I’m just trying to help, Jesus,” he throws his hands up in surrender.

“I don’t need your help and I sure as hell don’t need a friend like you, Graham.” Tears fight to break through, but I refuse to let them finish their decent. I make my way down the hallway in the direction of my first class leaving Graham standing in the hallway alone. I can’t handle another run in with him. It only causes more tears to form where the others have dried. If this is how our “friendship” is going to continue I’m going to be exhausted trying to keep up.

I should know better. Graham’s exactly the type of guy that he warned me about. I hoped that he was different. I’m not even sure why, after everything that has happened. That was his one chance to prove himself and he acted as if talking to me was such a drastic stretch for his popularity.

There is nothing good that could come out of a friendship with someone like Graham. He not only proved that to me just now, but he threw it right in my face. By the way he looks at me I think he expects me to take it from him. He wants me to accept that this is who he is without challenging him.





Chapter Fourteen



-Graham-



To say that I have royally fucked up (again) would be an understatement. Kennedy just threw my first chance to be the person that she thinks I am in my lap and I blew it, like royally screwed it up. What was I thinking? Notes from Government class…really? I should have just said, “I would never try to hook up with someone like Kennedy Conrad. I have standards.”

The look on her face is the only thing that I see during my first two classes and lunch. I look for her in the hallway and in the cafeteria, but haven’t been able to catch her yet. It’s ridiculous for even caring. She’s clearly avoiding me with good reason. I saw the way she looked up at me. The tears she fought hard to hold back made a pit in my stomach grow to unrealistic proportions.

Most girls would have taken the cruel reality of my words without question. A few harsh words have never deterred them from trying to get what they wanted from me in the end. I’m beginning to realize that Kennedy isn’t just any girl. She’s different.

Kennedy wasn’t just hurt, she’s intensely pissed off. She said “fuck” and it sounded dirty coming from that sweet mouth of hers. She’s not the type of girl that throws words like that around. When she says things like ‘fuck’ and ‘damn’, she means all the anger behind them. I kind of like the spunk she has when she’s angry. It’s cute to see her get all worked up.

I know that I have to talk to her to try to apologize. A girl like her isn’t going to make it easy. Kennedy isn’t going to be willing to listen to me, so I’d just have to make her listen. I had warned her last night that something like this was bound to happen. I’m only meant for destruction.

When Kennedy walks into Government class I know that my plan is well worth the side long glances from my team mates and glares from the girls who begged to sit beside me. She looks around the room for an available seat. Lucky for me, she has the crutches that hinder her from arriving to class early. I sit in the front row with a grin plastered across my face knowing damn well that she doesn’t have any other choice but to sit her tiny little ass next to me.

Kennedy throws her books a little too hard on the table and drops her crutches at her feet before sitting down next to me. I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up the moment she glares at me folding her arms over her chest in agitation shaking her head. Mr. Stevenson begins class like he usually does with asking random questions from the notes the day before. I get lucky as he skips over me even though I see the look of confusion on his face when he notices I’m not in my usual hiding spot at the back of the room.

“In groups of two, so the person sitting next to you at your table please discuss what you read last night for homework and answer the questions in the print out that I’m going to send around. It should take you most of the hour,” Mr. Stevenson explains. Kennedy sighs at his instructions.

She flips through her notebook and turns her textbook to the beginning of the chapter that was assigned to us in yesterday’s class. “Did you read any of this?” Kennedy asks flipping through the pages of her textbook with a little too much force.

“Last night? How, I was at your house till almost three in the morning?” I reach down to grab my book where it lays on the ground. Kennedy forcefully continues gliding through the pages one by one. “You’re going to rip the pages of that poor book of yours if you keep that up.” As she looks up at me, my eyebrow quirks up playfully.