Confrontation Gone Wrong

Eden’s Point of View

I walked back to the classroom, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my chest, and the offer Theron made me.

Use him to hurt Thorne…

Would a person like Thorne ever be hurt?

I neared the classroom, and I desperately tried to blink back the tears that lathered in my eyes, I wanted to pretend like everything is fine.

Just quietly go through with the rest of the day, like nothing happened.

“I have been looking everywhere for you.” Lola yelled as she grabbed my shoulders the moment I stepped back into the classroom—I couldn’t even see her, or her expression, everywhere was so blurry due to the tears in my eyes, and then I heard her gasp softly.

“Oh God, what happened to you?” The concern and softness in her voice, stirred something inside me, and the tears broke free.

Rolling down my cheeks.

“Eden?” She called again, unable to explain, I threw myself around her, pressing her body into mine as I wept silently into her clothes.

I didn’t want to draw any attention, not that anyone would care, but people would just laugh at me, Lola was stunned for a minute or two, but she ended up hugging me back.

*****

“That ugly son of a bitch.” Lola bellowed after I was done explaining to her, we sat at the bottom of the emergency stair well that no one uses—well, except in the case of an emergency, which has never happened in years.

“You know he isn’t ugly.” I mumbled, sniffing.

“His attitude his ugly.” She continued, her frown deepening. “You shouldn’t cry over trash like that.”

“It’s easy to say, but I loved him.” Fresh tears burned in my eyes; my body shook slightly. “He is my first love.”

She pulled me into a hug again.

“You really need to stop crying now, clearly, you’re not even his current love—he is only a lying, cheating son of a bitch, and a man like that doesn’t deserve your tears.” Lola’s soft sisterly fingers sank into my hair, palming my scalp. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re gorgeous, you will definitely find someone else—someone more deserving of your love, someone who would worship the ground that you walk upon.”

I didn’t know why, but there was something in her statement that linked my thoughts back to Theron.

He said he wants me… and he would help me get revenge on Thorne.

And I struggled with deciding whether or not to tell her about my conversation with Theron or his involvement in it at all—she already warned me to stay away from him.

I wanted to get back at him for cheating on me.

But I couldn’t allow myself to becomes trash like him, so I guess I would just decline his offer.

“What should I do?” I asked Lola, genuinely confused, and she looked at me with those big brown eyes filled with so much pity—she held my hands.

“First things first, you need to break up with that fucker.” She pulled me up from the floor. “And then make sure that he never messes with you again.”

“I can’t…” I pulled back slightly; I am yet to get over the trauma of it all.

“That’s why I am going with you.”

With Lola by my side, I got a new boost of confidence, and we walked in the direction of Thorne’s classroom, my eyes landed on him, he was sitting in his chair, surrounded by his hoard of stupid friends.

Laughing at something. Probably joking about how stupid I was.

Anger rises in my blood, and I stepped in the classroom, slamming the door as I did, silence filled the classroom, and all head reeled in my direction in surprise.

“Eden…” His eyebrows jumped up, as he straightened up in his seat, maybe because this wasn’t our agreement, we both agreed—scratch that—he forced me to keep our relationship a secret.

We were not allowed to speak.

To hold hands…or even show any form of affection in public.

And now I get it.

He did that because he was cheating on me, and who knows how many other women he is sleeping with apart from Evangeline.

“What are those nerds doing in this class?” A single voice from the murmurs rang clearly in my ears. “Who could she be looking for?”

“Thorne Adler.” Lola yelled.

She reached his desk before me, anger burning in his eyes, he glanced up and down at her, eyes narrowing in disgust, and then his eyes shoot in my direction warningly.

’What the hell are you both doing here?” He asked, and Lola stepped to the side, giving me the platform like she promised.

And in the instant, I slapped him hard across the face.

“This is for playing with me!”

His head yanked to the side, and the slap resounded across the classroom, and everyone present in the classroom gasped.

“You fucking stupid cheat!” I screamed with every single cell in my body, and then he stepped out of the chair.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Are you going to deny it that we have been dating for the past four months now?” I asked curiously, and I could see just how attacked he seemed, eyes skipping across his class suspiciously. “Even if you do that, are you going to deny it that this afternoon you were fucking Evangeline in the art room?”

Gasps echoed in the classroom; all eyes were on us—shock flickered across his face.

“You fucking piece of dog shit.” Lola added, irritation thick in her voice.

“Eden, calm down, you’re making a scene, let’s go out and discuss.” He whispered harshly, as he tried to get up, but I pushed him back.

“No, I am not going anywhere with you, not today, not any other day—I’m breaking up with you.”

“Imagine breaking up the golden boy of the school.” I could hear people’s mocking remarks.

“Such a shame.”

“It’s pathetic to know he even dated someone like that.”

Thorne shoves me back furiously, and I stumbled, my feet unsteady.

“How dare you?” he shoved me even more, and I collapsed against the desks behind me, the wood slamming into my sides.

“Stay away from her.” Lola yelled trying to reach forward, but he grabbed her like she had no weight, and sent her flying across the classroom, she crashed into a desk as well, my eyes followed where her body landed.

“Lola!” I screamed, her body falls to the ground and she didn’t move, I tried to go after her, but Thorne’s body blocked me.

My blood turned to ice, as I stared up at him helplessly.

His friends and other classmates were cheering him on, as if hitting girls was a heroic thing to do.

“What gives you the right to think you can break up with me?” He asked, as he poked my forehead, forcing me back to the desk, I hissed when something hard tore the back of my leg. “I found you! You have no right to break up with me. You have nothing going on for you, you’re an unwanted little bitch, neglected and abused, you have no purpose—I gave your life purpose and meaning.”

My heart lurched hard against my chest.

“Your parents don’t even love you, the only person who was willing to accept you was me.” My lips quivered. “The only thing you have going for you is your body, you’re not even that pretty, and you’re stupid too.”

“Ah!” I squealed when he suddenly grabbed my hair, and more than half of the class roared with laughter—still cheering on him.

No one was stopping him; no one was saying anything about Lola even though she wasn’t moving.

No one.

“You stupid bitch!” He raised his hands to slap, and I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the hit. Some few seconds passed and the slap never came, my eyes squeezed open, only to see Theron standing in between the both of his, with Thorne’s wrist caught in his hands.

“Argh!” Thorne tried to yank his hands from his brother’s grip, terror climbing to his face. “Let go of me.”

“Aren’t you a disgrace?” Theron applied more pressure to Thorne’s wrists forcing him to fold back. “You fucking piece of shit, were you about to hit a woman?”

“Let me go!” He shrieked again. “No, stop—please!”

And when they noticed power had switched from Thorne to Theron, his friends got up and rushed at Theron. He smirks as he punched the first one that came at him in the neck, a choked gasp escaped him and he tumbled to the ground—unmoving.

My wide eyes followed the unconscious body of the boy.

Is he dead?

Theron’s boot slammed into the dark-haired boy’s shin with a sickening crack, the boy screamed before bouncing off on one leg, he fought with this other two boys effortlessly all while still holding Thorne’s right wrist in his grip.

“Fuck you!” Thorne screamed.

Theron’s lip curled in disgust. “Ugh, I hate that word coming from you.” He groaned, his silver eyes snapped to mine, locking on mine with predatory intensity. Those eyes held no mercy, no soul, just silver pools of nothing.

Staring deep into my eyes, searching for my soul to consume it.

Then I heard a pop sound, and Thorne screamed so loudly, his voice stabbed through my ears. My eyes went wide as I realized that Theron had just broken his wrist with his bare hand.