Chapter 20

Esme's P.O.V. :

After class Clara, Mark, and I went to the library. I didn't feel like going, but I had to do a research project on my favorite poet, so I had to get a few books. As we were walking to the library people kept on pointing at me and whispering to each other.

"I wish that they would stop talking about Olaf and me," I told Clara and Mark. "I'm already stressed out without them talking about me."

"Just ignore them," Clara said.

"How can I ignore them when they keep on talking?"

"Just don't pay attention to to what they say," Mark replied, as we walked into the library.

I was glad when we walked into the library because it was quiet. Clara, Mark, and I went to the poetry section of the library. I got me a biography about Emily Dickinson and a couple of poetry books. After we were finished looking for our books, we checked them out, and walked out of the library. People were still talking about Olaf and me, but I ignored them.

"Esme's a slut!" I heard someone behind me say. I turned around and saw that it was the girl with the straight brown hair.

I felt like throwing a book at her, but instead I dropped my books and took of running. I burst out crying. I could feel the tears running down my face, like a waterfall. I kept on running without stopping, until I got into my room. Once I got into my room, I threw myself onto my bed and cried into my pillow. I was so tired of people talking about Olaf and me. Some people think that we were dating because of lust and money, but why can't they see that we love each other. Some people think that I'm a slut because I was dating my acting teacher. But, to me he was more than just my acting teacher. He was the man that I loved.

"Esme, are you okay?" Clara asked me, as she walked into my room with Mark right behind her.

"Do I look like I'm okay!" I yelled at her, and then looked up at her.

"No," Clara replied quietly, and then she sat on my bed and hugged me.

"What did I do to deserve this!" I cried out.

"What do you mean?" Clara asked me.

"First of all, Jacques finds out about us, tells Mr.D about us, and then Mr.D makes us break up. Second of all, Olivia tells everyone about us, and now people are talking about us," I replied through sobs.

"How did Jacques find out about you two?" Mark asked me.

"Yeah how did he find out?" Clara asked. "You never told me how you two got caught."

"Well, I don't want to talk about it," I told them.

"Why not?" Clara asked me, just as someone knocked on the door. Clara got up and opened the door. The people who were at the door was Jacques sister, Kit, Frank, and Dewey, one of Frank's identical brothers.

"Hi Clara," Kit said. "We were all going to go mountian climbing. We were just wondering if you and Mark want to come with us?"

"Well, I don't know," Clara replied, and then looked at me. "Do you think Esme could come with us?"

"Of course she could come along," Kit replied.

"I don't feel like going anywhere," I said through sobs.

Kit walked up to me. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Why are you crying?"

"Because everything in my life is going wrong! Mr.D found about Olaf and me, Olivia is telling people about us, and some girl just called me a slut!" I replied. "This is all your brother's fault! Why is your brother such a snitch!"

"My brother is not a snitch!" Kit exclaimed. "And it is not his fault that you two got caught!"

"Your brother told Mr.D about me and Olaf and Mr.D made us break up. Therefore, Jacques is a snitch and it is his fault why I am so miserable!" I said ,and then stood up.

"You need to stop blaming my brother for all of your problems!" Kit said.

"What if I don't stop?" I asked sarcastically. "Are you going to snitch on me?"

"Just because my brother told Mr.D about your relationship doesn't mean that he or I am a snitch," she said. "You need to stop blaming your problems on other people and blame them on yourself!"

I was getting tired of Kit's smart remarks. "I wasn't the one who told Mr.D about my relationship with Olaf!" It was your brother!" I yelled, and then pushed her.

"Oh, so now you want to fight!" Kit said, and the she took off her cat's eyes glasses.

"Calm down ladies," Dewey said, and then he and Frank walked up to us. "There is no reason to fight."

"Fighting would only make things worse," Frank said.

Kit and I glared at each other for a few seconds. Kit put her glasses back on. "I guess you two are right," Kit said to Dewey and Frank. "There is no reason for us to fight."

"Come on let's go," Dewey said, and then took Kit's hand.

"Esme, do you want me to stay with you?" Clara asked, as everyone started to leave.

"No, you can go," I replied. "I would rather be alone."

"Okay," Clara said. "Bye Esme."

"Bye Clara," I said, just as Clara was closing the door.

Olaf's P.O.V. :

A week later...

Tonight, there was a dance. Even though I didn't have a date and I was still upset about having to break up with Esme, I was still going.

When I walked into the ballroom, I started looking around to see if Esme was here. I saw her sitting at a table by herself. As I was walking towards her, some young lady grabbed my arm.

"Hey, do you want to dance?" she asked me.

"Sure, I guess so," I replied.

She took my hand and then we went to the dance floor. I put my arm around her. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and her other hand in my other hand.

"What's your name?" I asked her, as we started dancing.

"My name is Rebecca," she replied.

As I was dancing with Rebecca, I was thinking about how much I missed Esme. Dancing with Rebecca wasn't like dancing with Esme.

"You have very beautiful eyes," Rebecca said flirtatiously to me.

"Thank you," I replied.

"I heard about what happened to you and Esme," she said.

"Oh," I said.

"Some girls don't think that Esme had a really good reason to date you, but I think she did. You're quite handsom and really nice," she said, and then moved closer to me.

"I'm glad to hear that, I think," I replied, and then started stepping back a little bit. After I stepped back, Rebecca stepped foward.

"You're a really great dancer," she said to me, still moving closer to me.

"Thank you," I replied.

Rebecca leaned foward and tried to kiss me, but then I took a big step back. "What are you doing?" I asked her, even though I knew what she was trying to do.

"I'm trying to give you a kiss, but you keep on moving around," she replied.

"I don't want to kiss you," I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because I just meet you. You seem like a nice person, but I don't like you like that."

"Oh," she said sadly. "I understand. You're still trying to get over Esme, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied. "Well, I'm going to sit down."

"Okay," she said, and then we went our separate ways.

I can't believe that Rebecca was trying to make a move on me. She just meet me! I looked at the table were Esme was sitting, but she wasn't there. I guess Esme left early. I was kinda upset because I really wanted to talk to her.