Sireen’s POVThe next day and the day after that are just as stressful as has become my life in school, and I try my best to act like the terrorism doesn’t get to me. No matter what anyone does, be it Kristy or any other class mate, and no matter how much Trevor regards the situation with nonchalance, I keep quiet and face my business.This does little to help the situation because the more I ignore things, the more they strike.So with everything, it shocks Mom when she asks me to help her with the groceries at the farmers market after school today and I jump at the opportunity. I can’t say that grocery shopping is a hobby of mine because sometimes, I will only help Mom out in exchange for something which is always a little cash, but I’m doing it for free today. The chance to feel something other than like an outcast or a stab to my chest when I look at Trevor is reward enough, so almost immediately after school, I’m in front of the store with a list in my hand.I’m on my phone, humm
Trevor’s POVMy left hand is wrapped around the foot of the desk in front of me, and my rage is all directed to the joint as I watch Sireen almost trip over Kevin’s foot and still walk out of the class like nothing happened. The only thing was that I didn’t stop looking at her until she was out of line of sight, so I saw the pained expression on her face the second she stepped out. As she leaves, Kevin is laughing and mentally patting himself on the back for what he just did, I’m sure, and that is the only thing that stops me from walking out of the class to follow Sireen from a distance as is fast becoming a habit of mine.One wrong move and she would have fallen.Kevin would have inflicted a scar on Sireen’s skin and nobody got to do that. My wolf rages inside me, scratching at the surface and fighting to gain control. It is tougher than I expected to keep my cool, so I direct all the anger to my fist wrapped around the foot of my desk.Ever since Kristy threw a punch at Sireen’s f
Sireen’s POVCamilla walks in front of me as we make our way back to class, and this time, I try not to keep my head on the ground which is always the invitation for others to pull strings on me. I keep my eyes straight ahead and when we enter the room, Mr Abel is already done with his class and there’s a second teacher now.It’s a new English lecturer that was brought down from a neighboring town, a class that only about half of the class is supposed to be taking, but Trevor and Kristy are still in their back seats, and for the split second that my eyes travel past him, he looks bored, tapping a pen away on the table as he stares blankly.The lecturer, who looks to be in his early to mid thirties and I know as Sammy, regards Camilla and me with furrowed brows. “Are you ladies just coming into class for the first time today?”I take it our bags are the giveaway.Thankfully, or not so much, a good Samaritan, Kevin, the guy in our group who called me out after the maze games last week,
Sireen’s POVI enter the bathroom stall farthest from the door and lock myself inside because the last thing I want to do is have to see another person or have another person see the huge wet patch behind my pants and react in whatever way.I could cry, but I already expected this. My video is still up online, and there was still the fight in Trevor’s parents’ house yesterday which he blames me for. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull them halfway and as my bare thighs are kissed by the cold, I hold on a wince and squeeze the cloth. I bring my hand to my nose and when I don’t smell any foul undertone, I confirm that it’s only water, but no matter which way I twist the cloth, the dark patch remains.The last thing I’d be caught doing is walking around with wet pants because that would just be me inviting someone else to make another mocking video to add to the one they already have of me. They’d be able to build an album by the end of the session.Just then, it hits me that till I walked out
Sireen’s POVWhen I look forward to something that is away from me, time crawls painfully, but at times when I don’t want to interact with anybody, the hours sprint past me before I can even gather my thoughts. Monday comes by too fast for my liking, and I’m reminded that I have no choice but to face Trevor after the disaster that was yesterday’s lunch.I think about waiting till I’m sure that the hallway would be free to an extent and classes would be in swing, but I don’t think it’ll be worth getting in trouble for. Besides, my first class was with Mr. Abel, and it was the only thing I was actually looking forward to for the day, other than spending time with Camilla…and maybe miraculously running into Enzo again. Deciding against risking a query for being late, I head to school and tell myself that I didn’t do anything wrong. By the time I’m pushing the doors open, it has become a mantra with how many times I’ve repeated the line in my head.I keep my head down as I walk straight
Sireen’s POVI need someone to pinch me and tell me that Luna Elowen did not just hear me go off on her son or hear him admit that he severed our bond. I don’t know what that information would cause between them or our families, but I know it’s going to be nothing good if Trevor looks at me like I’ve committed another crime.Actually, I’d take a punch to the jaw if that’s what it will take for time to turn its hands back just a few seconds to allow me to keep my mouth shut, but I feel nothing, only the weight of the deafening silence that followed Elowen’s appearance.Trevor doesn’t speak as he regards his mom, ignoring me completely.With a calmness that I could never manage in my life, Luna Elowen steps to the side. “Let’s return to the table. Ocean’s panna cotta is ready,” she simply says and gestures to the path that led me here, and I don’t know if I should say something to placate the situation.I decide against that because this is not my mess. It’s all Trevor’s actions. He sev