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Chapter 19

Esme's P.O.V. :

"They're so unfair! How could they do this to us?" I said to Clara, crying into my pillow.

"They just don't understand how you feel about Olaf," Clara replied.

"They probably don't even care about how I feel about him," I said. "All they care about is breaking up student-teacher relationships. I am more then angry at them."

"If I was you, I would be angry at them too," Clara replied. "I would also be angry at Olivia."

"I am angry at her," I said through sobs. "That lying whore said that she won't tell anyone about our relationship, but she did. I am also a little upset at Olaf for telling Olivia about him and I having sex."

"I wish there was something I could do to help you, but there is nothing I can do about it," Clara said.

"I feel as if someone has ripped my heart in half. I loved him with all of my heart. He was my Romeo and I was his Juliet," I said, and then I yawned. "I'm tired. I feel like sleeping, but I don't know if I would be able to."

"Well, it is a little late, and I'm tired too. Maybe we should get some sleep," Clara said.

"I'll try," I replied.

"Goodnight Esme," Clara said, and then hugged me. "I hope you feel better tomorrow."

"Goodnight Clara," I replied.

Clara turned off the light, and then layed down on her own bed. In a few minutes, Clara was sound asleep. I was still awake, crying, wondering if I was ever going to be able to sleep again.

Monday...

I was still depressed about Olaf and I having to break up. I reall didn't feel like getting out off bed, but I did. When I walked into the acting class today, there was a lot of people whispering. When they realized that I had walked into the room, most of them stopped whispering and started staring at me as I sat down.

"What are y'all looking at?" I asked them, in an annoyed tone.

They stop staring at me, just as the bell rang.

"Today I'm going to give you a free day. You can talk, just don't be too loud," Olaf said.

I looked up at Olaf. Olaf looked really depressed. He had bags under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep. I turned away from Olaf and layed my head on my desk and closed my eyes. I was about to take a nap, but then someone tapped me lightly on my shoulder. I looked up. It was Mark.

"Is it ture that you and Olaf were secretly dating?" he asked me.

"How do you know about us!" I asked him.

"Who told you?" Clara asked him.

"Nobody told me. I heard them girls over there talking about you and Olaf," he said, pointing at a group of girls talking.

"I can't believe they kept their relationship a secret for so long!" a girl with curly red hair said.

"Why did Esme want to date Olaf anyways?" asked a girl with straight brown hair.

"Probably because he is an actor and has lots of money," the red headed girl said.

"She's such a gold digger," another girl said.

"Olaf probably wanted Esme because she's young and so he could have sex with her," the red headed girl said. "Which is exactly what he got on Valentines Day."

I couldn't stand having her talk about Olaf and I any longer. I walked up to the red headed girl and slapped her in her face.

"Olaf and I were not dating because of lust! We were dating because of love!" I yelled at her.

She and her friends looked at me with a suprised expression on their faces.

"Count Olaf, Esme just slapped me in the face," the red headed girl said to Olaf.

Olaf got up and walked towards us. "Esme, I know you are upset, but that doesn't mean you should slap someone in the face for no good reason."

"I had a good reason," I replied. "She and her friends were talking about me and you."

"How do you know about us?" Olaf her. "Who told you?"

"One of my friends told me," she replied.

"Who told her?"

"Her boyfriend."

"Who told him?"

"His friend."

"Who told his friend?"

"His friend's girlfriend."

"Who told her?"

"Olivia told her."

"I should have known," Olaf said. "I don't want you to talk about Esme and I anymore."

"Yes sir," all of the girls said.

I couldn't believe this was happening. My life was going from bad to worse.

Olaf's P.O.V. :

After class, I went to look for Olivia. I finally found her in the hallway talking to one of her friends.

"Olivia, I need to talk to you," I told Olivia.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Olivia asked me.

"Actually, I want to talk to you in private," I replied.

"Oh, okay," she said.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Olivia's friend asked her.

"No, you go on without me," Olivia replied.

Olivia and I went to my office to talk.

"So what do you want to talk about?" she asked me again.

"Why did you tell everyone about me and Esme?" I asked her.

"I didn't tell everyone," Olivia replied. "I only told a few people and they told everyone they knew."

"You promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone!" I yelled at her. "You lied to me and broke your promise!"

"Well, you lied to me when you told me that you loved me!"

"I did love you when I told you that, but I don't love you anymore."

"But, I still love you."

"If you love me, then why did you tell people about Esme and I?" I asked her.

"Because you didn't want to go on a date with me," she replied. "You broke my heart!"

"Well, get over it!"

"How can I get over it when I loved you with all of my heart!"

"Have you even tried to find a new boyfriend?" I asked her.

"Yes, I've tried a few times, but it really didn't work out," she replied. "Everytime I was with another guy, all I could seem to think of was you."

I was starting to get tired of hearing Olivia talk about how she still loves me. Why couldn't she get over me?

"I don't want to be rude Olivia, but I am not really in the mood to here you complain about your relationship issues," I said to her. "Now can you please leave my office."

"Okay," she replied quietly,then got up and left my office."