Chapter 4: She’s a bitch
- Hannah’s POV
- “Sam, whatever it was, he has changed…” I said as the lunch period finally began.
- “Yeah, I can see that no one would have a crush on such a boy
- ,” she said. “So now, it’s time to pack your things and leave”
- “What leave
- ,” I said with a disappointed look.
- “For self-respect’s sake, don’t crush on him, now!” she said.
- Oh yeah. Something
- is known as Self-Respect.
- “
- But... Sam! I want to make her pay!” I said and she smirked.
- “Then you should ask about her to me
- ,” she said.
- “Wait. How the hell did you gather her information in such a small time???”
- “I have my ways
- ,” she said and handed me a paper. “Look!!!”
- I took a look.
- “Evelyn Frost, age 17, a bitch, always clings to rich guys and leaves them when she'd had enough"
- "Wait. That's exactly what I wanted to read, because, I knew she isn't right, but, where did you get this information?"
- "I've had a few boyfriends you know
- ," she said.
- "So
- ... Evelyn has dated them, you tryna say?"
- "No! I'm saying that my boyfriends have had many
- girlfriends..."
- "Come to the point, will you!?"
- "And those girlfriends again had many boy
- s-"
- "Shut up Sam, what's the point!"
- "So, taking these all connections, you know boyfriends and girlfriends, I'm related to all of those boys who she cheated on"
- "Ow. That was
- unexpected..."
- "She changes school from time to time, so that no one will ever catch the game she plays"
- "But what about her family? I mean, how can she change schools-"
- "No family. None at all. Only her brother was there, left her when he came to know how she plays with feelings of others"
- "So, how did she earn that she changes schools?"
- "Ask Ryan
- ," she said, and went towards a table and sat down. We haven't bought our lunch even!
- "What? Why?"
- "He's here, ask yourself
- ," she said and pointed towards a point. I met with a burning gaze of two blue eyes. I instantly knew it was him.
- "Okay. What am I gonna ask?" I asked.
- "Ask him who pays for Evelyn"
- "That's awkward because it none of my business"
- "Still"
- "Okay! I'll give it a shot" I said and went towards him. Evelyn wasn't around right
- now; it was a good time.
- "Ryan. Care to answer my question?"
- "Sure
- ," he said with a smirk.
- "Who pays for Evelyn's school?"
- "Is it your business?" he asked.
- "You said you care to answer"
- "Her mother. Now go back, cause my girl's here" he said and she came. I left the place.
- "He says that her mother
- pays..." I said.
- "Ya, because he is the bloody one who pays for her!"
- "What? Are you out of your mind or something"
- "No, dear,
- it’s about love. You know blind in love and all? She does that, taming a rich boy and using his money on his pity!"
- "Woah. Wait. Firstly, Ryan Swift wasn't a very rich one. And-"
- "A lot has changed since you knew him, Hannah. I think you don't know. I don't know either, but I'll find it out in a day"
- "Oh, thanks Sam"
- "Hm. Now SHALL WE EATTT!?"
- "Yeah sure
- ," I said and we had a good lunch.
- 🌟🌟🌟🌟
- I didn't want him to ruin his life. Samantha is a trustable friend. She's never wrong when she gathers any information. It's 100% accurate and I accept that and believe that. I have to do something...
- I was thinking all this when the last period also got over. I went home with Sam. No, we aren't sisters, but she usually comes over.
- "Hello Mom," I said as my mom opened the door.
- "Hi
- , Sam," she said.
- That's rude! She always gives her priority when she visits!
- "Hello Auntie
- ," She said, making me roll my eyes, sarcastically, of course.
- "Hello
- , Hannah," she said. I made a scowl.
- "You greet her, okay!?" I said and went inside. She pulled me in a hug, and it all became better.
- I went up with Sam in my room.
- "Hey, listen, is it fine to tell mom about Ryan? I mean she knows everything about him. About our friendship and all"
- "Yes, you should. Mom's advice is really useful"
- "Ok
- ," I said and went downstairs.
- She was in the kitchen.
- "Mom, Ryan's back
- ," I said and she became startled.
- "Ryan? Ryan Carson?"
- "Yup mom. What should I do now?"
- "In your school?"
- "In the same class
- ," I said.
- "Best for both of you is
- that... You leave school!"
- "What? Mooommmm!"
- "Or what? You want him to gain his memory back?"
- "But-"
- "Do whatever you feel is right, kiddo. I suggest you should at least change sections."
- "But mom, why me?"
- "Because you like him"