This chapter is a day late or two and I'm sincerely sorry but anyhow, it's here and I really hope you enjoy it a whole lot and I made it long, well, a bit long, in case you have nothing doing this lovely weekend you just glue your eyes to the screen of your device, reading PIAB and I also have an information or rather a question I'd love to ask y'all beautiful readers in the addendum of this chapter, so for now, keep reading and I hope you love itttt.
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I was rested against the wall, my jaw dropped loosely in surprise and wonderment as I stared hardly at Beverly in awe, the way she swaggered egotistically in the living room, her curves appearing from the evening gown that swept the floor majestically, her purse hanging freely from her shoulders as her hands rested on her petite waist, the woodsy cologne she emitted when we hit reverberated in my nostrils as I gawked sheepishly at her, the cologne was indeed one of a kind; it was scenty and satisfactory and the woodsy fragrance evidently looming over my nose and that was when I realized it, I noticed that she was standing right in front of me, her hands holding her tiny waist and her face, moulded in a perfect smirk.
Then she threw her hands up in my face, saying,
"Not seen a pretty girl before or wah?" She asked and pouted, shaking her head in disappointment.
Myself was disappointed at my unlikely behavior, I was utterly confused at myself for I had drastically changed since Beverly enrolled into Redwood.
"You know you can always ask, after all you are all wealthy and rich and powerful and, I don't know, stupid," she snickered hardly, "just ask babe, and get a massive NO!" She barked then gave me her alluring eye roll before turning away.
Never in my life have I been so humiliated and at the same time, numb, unable to defend and help myself but just staring and feeling so helpless and handicapped, it was really a foreign feeling to me.
I slid down gently to the floor, with my back rubbing hardly against the walls till I landed slowly on the cold floor that intumenscened the anger for myself because truthfully I have never gawked at any woman in my life, heck I don't even look at women despite how much they want me to, I place my ego more importantly than whatever sexual urge I experience so I don't know why, for the second time in my life a girl caught my attention I'm getting bullied for it, hurt in the process of admiration.
I buried my face into my palms, scared that I would burst out in tears at the thoughts of being hurt, I cursed angrily inside my palms at my stupidity and the emotions that were trying to form for Beverly, heck Beverly hated me so damn much so why shouldn't I hate her just as much?
"Beverly Jones is a curse to me and I hate her, I fucking hate her!" I whispered into my palms but bit the now-red flesh of my palms when I didn't see myself believing those words, I was just lying to myself in short, that was it...
The shuffling and trampling of people echoed in the hallway, it repeatedly noised over my ears and I shifted my face from my crimson palms to see people heaving out of the house in uproars of ecstasy...
"Come on dude, we've got to go." Clarke announced and yanked my arm, pulling me outside, alongside the crowd that were noising and shouting for reasons so much unknown to me.
No way I'm running with these commies, I said inwardly as I watched a bunch of nerdy kids jumping and racing away.
I stopped dead in my tracks abruptly, panting and trying to catch my breath as Clarke stared at me in confusion.
"Bro, we've got to go, the spaces would soon be taken!" He quaked, pulling his bag straps in eagerness, and that was when realization dawned on me.
I squinted my eyes at the sight of a faraway, long coach bus that parked perfectly outside Noah's gate, the bus had come!
"They'd take all the seats bro, come on." Clarke cajoled, trying to grab my hand but I yanked it away, casting him a furious glare at his unnecessary hastiness.
"No need to hurry dude," I did a 360 and then asked, "where's Diane and Will?" I asked, calmly and nonchalantly, knowing with every ounce of certainty in me that I won't miss this ride.
"Securing our cars and getting the luggage, but we've got to get on that frickin' bus, man." Clarke kept crying, I knew camp was so particular to him, as it is to everyone though and believe me, I would never ruin the excursion for him, but he wasn't going to pester me to run with freaking commoners for crying out loud.
"I'm not going until they come." I declared curtly, smirking at space and savoring the feeling of always calling the shots.
Clarke replied immediately the words fell out from my mouth, "Then you are most definitely not goi- here they come!" He screamed joyfully at Will and Diane who sped towards us, dragging their luggage along.
And where the fuck is my fucking luggage?!
I asked myself, slapping my forehead when I remembered I had left all my night-spent, sleep-deprived and painstaking time to sort out my luggage but left them all at home.
"What the fuck's you two doing here?!" Diane barked as she stopped in the middle of us, her hair scattered all over her face.
Clarke sighed and replied, "Alpha won't let us go, saying he won't go till you both come." Clarke responded in evident irritation.
"Aww, that's so sweet Mr. Charming, but I guess something's surely WRONG WITH MY TASTE BUDS." Diane cried, punching my stomach after every syllable and I pretended to wince, and at the same time waiting for Will to complain and nag, but rather he just stood, looking forward at the gate.
"Can we go now?" I said with a laugh as I smacked her butt which she shrieked at and slapped my head afterwards, pulling her rucksack closely to her chest as we walked towards the bus, Clarke and Diane taking turns in complaining at how we'd stand for three whole hours because the bus would be full which made me to still wonder why the hell Will wasn't saying anything, rather he was struggling with his obviously stacked duffel bag as we walked out of the gate.
People were still entering the bus when we got in, I waved a hand at our female coach who blushed instantly but forced herself to remain composed as she twitched a smile and waved enthusiastically at me.
I chuckled at that before turning to Clarke and Will, for Diane had already furthered away in search for an "empty space",
"Look for a bunch of nerds, you both." I whispered to Clarke and his eyes widened at the realization of what I wanted to do.
I smirked but stopped when I found a bunch of kids, probably freshers in the 10th grade as they all crammed up, peering closely into the pages of an English textbook.
"Hey," I said in a voice so masculine that it even surprised me, "y'all go get some seats elsewhere." I commanded gruffly, biting my teeth to intimidate them, and boy did I seem damn intimidating!
They looked up to me and upon the realization of who I was, they all freaked out and scurried away, grabbing their book and running away.
"Hey, Diane." I whispered, but in a tone high enough that she could hear me from where she aimlessly walked, she turned and looked at me with anger, but after a few seconds of processions, her eyes alit with glee and she ran towards me.
I smirked for the upteenth time today, and settled down on the seat by the window while Clarke sat beside me, Will sitting after him and Diane clashing her butt with the last seat in the row.
Will, delving into his bag and retrieving a packet of a KFC chicken pot, tearing a huge chunk of the sauced, fatty chicken.
"Man, this is heavenly, want some?" He said, bringing the chicken to Diane's face and she irritatedly swatted it away, making it drop just a few inches away from my shoes.
"Aw," he cried, gazing down at his chicken that lay lifelessly by my shoe and I swear if he tried collecting it I would sure beat his head, but he did no such thing, rather took another chicken and began eating it as he hummed annoyingly.
So he was quiet and all because he was hungry?
I laughed slightly at that, throwing my face away to the window as I saw Ms. Cassy (coach) close the bus door.
"That's no way to treat people 100% smarter and prettier than you." A voice whispered, but in an audible tone from my back, which Clarke and I turned towards at.
Her head was away from my face but rather she pinned her gaze outside the window, smiling at nothing particularly.
"Girl, have you got nothing else to do?" I retorted and Clarke turned away immediately and just as he had turned away, Diane and Will turned to us, facing us with sauce smeared faces.
"Nothing else?" Beverly repeated, "and what makes you think that everyone is like you whose life revolves around some god-damned monotonous routine of banging and dumping, why?" Her voice reverberated in my head and I shivered at that, and finally the one needed smirk came through and I put it on quickly.
"Well, don't blame me that you are the rejected," I tutted, "not everyone deserves love sometimes." I spat and watched surprisingly how Beverly didn't flinch or alter her countenance.
"And don't blame me for being accepted by whores and prostitutes, baby." She taunted and I shook, literally.
My face blushed utmost red and just when I was about to drop the bomb, Ms. Cassy interrupted,
"Hey kids! You know what I've got to say, buckle up y'all's belts and brace up for a pretty, pretty long journey," she announced and the whole bus groaned in disappointment, feeling totally angry at the information.
"Uh-uh, uh-uh," she swung a finger before continuing, "there's been a change of location people and I'm damn sure you would love to hear where we are all going," she paused for dramatic effect as all eyes projected on her anticipatively,
"Greenfield!" She yelled and flailed her arms, while the students grunted in displeasure.
"C'mon guys, you'd love it, I spent my last summer there with the love of my life," her cheeks blushed and she bent down, looking directly at her entwined fingers , "but he's dead now, fed him some grass when I couldn't get dog food," she sighed deeply, "turns out dogs don't eat grass." She said and bent her head into her arched sleeve as she whimpered, "I miss you, Danny." She cried and ran away to the drivers' cubicle.
The whole bus echoed with laughter at the absurdity of Ms Cassy, heck even Beverly let out small laughs and I swear to you, her laughter sent butterflies to my stomach.
"Hey, shut your mouth, your voice makes me sick." I whispered a big lie to her.
Now she mocked a laugh,
"Go and die my love because if you are oblivious then I'd make it clear to you, I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck!" She said and thumped my shoulder, which hurt me a lot.
"Touch me again see what happens." I dared, turning fully to her and gritting my teeth.
Beverly, without trepidation ruffled my hair with her ten fingers and then looked directly into my eyes,
"Fuck yourself." She said and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You did not just–" my eyeballs raised towards my hair that scattered all over my face and I now glared at Beverly as she smirked.
"Are you insane!?" I thundered, attracting the attention of a few students and they looked hopefully at the little drama that began to unfold.
"Are you scared?" Beverly asked, tutting very loudly and my blood began to boil, the heat of my blood seemed to melt my veins as I slowly inched closely to Beverly, who neared closer towards me, obviously not giving a fuck if I dug my fingers into her eyes and extracted them from her head and right now it was the only thing my hands seemed to be inclining towards for I withdrew my hand and clenched it tightly, before thrusting it towards her and letting it land on the headrest of her seat as she shrieked in fear, clapping her face with her palms.
"See you in camp." I said and withdrew my hand, turning away from her and fuming immensely, hoping it didn't resort to what I had in mind.
Boy was I so pissed.
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This chapter gawwd, I don't know about you but I like this chapter for real, and somebody tell me what the heck is Xavier thinking, hell, he might even be thinking of murder 😂😂
Anyways to the question/information, I think I should write a chapter in Beverly's point of view, so we get to know about her and all, what do you think?
Should I do it or not, do you want to see a chapter in Bevy's POV or not?
Please tell me in the comments ASAP so I can get on with it, and above all I love y'all so frickin much, thanks for reading and I'd see you later with another amazing chapter.
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