CHAPTER 9
A few days of keeping to herself and reading books from and in the dorm she had chosen later and Cleo was…keeping to herself and reading a book from and in the dorm she had chosen. This one was 'War and Peace', definitely not Cleo's first choice, but neither was where she was staying. All of a sudden though Cleo was drawn from her sad and lonely little bubbly when she heard the faint sound of distant voices. They were far too quiet for her to make out who it was, but something made her drop her book and leave the room. As she neared the source, her heartbeat accelerated, as she realised who it was. She entered the former canteen to see a familiar bunch of people setting up cameras and equipment.
"C-Caine?" She said to the tall dark-haired boy whose back was to her. He spun round and looked vaguely annoyed and uninterested when he realised who it was. Suddenly Cleo felt a surge of anger flow through her. She had been so loyal to him right from the start, she had done everything he'd asked and actually thought he'd appreciated it! Then he'd just locked her away and she realised now, now that he couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore, that he never cared about her. It was all just one massive act. She felt a mixture of embarrassment and hurt flood through her and, without realising what she was doing, she slapped him round the face. He stood there shocked for a minute and Cleo winced as she'd realised what she'd just done to one of the most powerful people in the FAYZ. But then he laughed. He actually laughed.
"Alright Cleo, calm down! C'mon, come with me…" He said, looking at her like she was a naughty but amusing little kid. Then he put his arm around her and led her out of the canteen and into an empty classroom. He sighed, sitting on a desk, Cleo standing in front of him. "What's up Cleo?" He asked in a blasé kinda way. Cleo gaped.
"What's up?" She asked frostily, she'd never been this angry in her life! Well, she'd never really ever been angry in her life, she was a rather happy-go-lucky kind of person. But now she was positively fuming. "Caine, you've used me from the start! Then you go and lock me up, away from my family and just forget all about me! And now you're just treating me like some kid!" By now her eyes were filled with angry tears and her face was colouring. Caine sighed.
"Oh Cleo…" He said, rubbing his eyes warily. "I've got enough on my plate at the moment to be worrying about your jealousy…" Cleo gaped.
"My WHAT?"
"You're obviously jealous." He said, matter-of-factly. "I mean, I could tell you fancied me from the start, and then when I stopped giving you my undivided attention you couldn't handle it anymore."
"Um, locking me up is a bit more than just not having your undivided attention!"
"I never locked you anywhere; you could have walked away…"
"No I couldn't! They were gonna kill me if I did!" Caine shrugged.
"Not my orders, anyway, I've got stuff to do, please just stop playing the attention-seeking toddler for 5 minutes?" And with that he got up and stood up to leave the room. But Cleo, shaking with pent-up rage, couldn't leave it at that and lunged at him. He flicked his wrist casually without even looking up and she flew back a few steps and fell onto the cold, hard tiled floor. Still not looking at her, Caine left the room. Cleo grit her teeth as tears ran down her face. She was left alone, feeling like shit, once again.