CHAPTER 4
RPOV
I saw him. I saw him looking. His eyes skimming over my body, features and my eyes. It amused me. He was so captivated. Like all the others. So captivated when looking, yet so hurt when away.
I knew it was him from the window. The way his breath sounded, the way his body smelt. I knew he was the one. From the window. I knew.
I knew he had made the link. I could tell from his face. Like an open book. The shock of hearing my name, the curiosity of wonder there on his face.
He would find out, all the rumours and lies told. Especially by her, the bitch! I know she started it all.
As I rounded the corner I saw smoke rising from a seated person on the ground. Tasha.
"Hello Cupcake!" I chirped
"You are way too happy this time of the morning Hathaway!" she murmured. "Oh and I'm not called Cupcake"
"Well what would you prefer? Honey Bee? Flower? Or … how about Sweetie Pie?" I said. I loved to tease her. Despite her being my best friend she was so easy to wind up, and it was so fun.
"I'll stick with Cupcake then!" she grumbled. When finished, she stumped the cigarette out on the floor, flicking away the stub.
We began to walk in sync. "So we're ya headin'?" She asked.
"Kirova! … I got a hot date!" I winked; I knew she was on the same wave length. We burst out laughing. "No Stan sent me … you know how he is always up my ass!"
"Yeh, I know. Well, I'm about to ditch. Wanna come with?" asked she.
"No, I have some … things to do. I'll see you later" I said. I'm sure she'd guessed something around the truth by now, but I wasn't about to tell her. Not yet.
"Fine. See you later Jelly Tots" she blew me a kiss and went skipping down the hall. Just as I turned in time to get to the head mistresses door. I knocked.