His Crush Wasn't Me

He straightened up, his smirk deepening on his face.

I blinked my eye lids rapidly and took a step backward.

He chuckled softly once more and walked away.

My legs got attached to the ground. I couldn't move.

Camera's were still on me, students gazes hasn't reduced by one.

His words replayed in my head. "When you walk, watch your back."

I took in a deep breath, released it and began walking out of the hallway.

"He can't possibly mean what he said." I muttered to myself.

My gaze fell on Ivy. She leaned against the door of the gate stand busy with her phone.

She turned her head towards me.

"Ooh here you are." Her voice rang through my ears.

"Yeah." I mouthed, shifting my gaze from her.

"Okay, we are heading home now right?" She asked.

I stole a glance at her and looked back at the gate.

"Sure." I responded.

My foot wear hit softly on the floor as we walked out of the school gate.

I took in a quick breath the second I hopped into a cab.

Ivy sat down right beside me, still busy with her phone.

I rested my back on the seat, dropped my handbag and manuals on my lap and crossed my hands around my chest.

My nostrils flared, too much events for just one day.

Ethan's confession and the rose flower he held in his hand flashed through my mind.

My face burned, he had called Ivy his crush. And now...

"Clara," Ivy called out, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Yes," I responded, my gaze still focused on the busy street.

"What happened between you and the celebrity singer?" she asked.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, turning to look at her.

"What am I, okay?" she mouthed.

I watched as she took her phone and began scrolling on it.

"This," she voiced out, shoving her phone right at my face.

My gaze fell on it.

I scoffed, someone had actually posted it on the student's platform.

"Whatever... it's nothing," I voiced out and looked away.

"Really?" she asked, her voice sounded scared and sharp.

"Do you know what could happen to you over this?" she uttered.

I shrugged. "It was kind of a mistake, I got distracted. And I guess he should understand that," I replied.

I heard her chuckle before she spoke.

"That's a lie, Clara. You know he can't even understand anything. What you did could lead to you getting rusticated from the school," she screamed out.

I rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze at her.

"It could lead to me getting rusticated from the school and not you, so why are you so concerned about it?" I asked, looking at her straight in the eye.

"What..." her brows lowered.

"Aren't we best friends, Clara?" she said.

My eyes narrowed. "You have the answer to that, Ivy. So, please stop poking into other people's business, especially the ones you pretend to care about," I voiced out.

Her brows raised up, her eyes widened.

"Clara..." She said, her voice cracked at one side.

I looked away quickly, back to the street.

I don't care, that was just the words she deserved for choosing Ethan even when she knew I had a crush on him.

"Who's there?" My twin sister's voice echoed from within after I placed a knock on the door.

"It's me, Clara," I replied.

"Come in, the door is open," Emile voiced out.

I shut the door behind me after stepping in.

"Welcome, how was your day?" Emile asked, shifting her gaze from the TV to me.

"Thanks, fine," I said, heading out of the parlor/sitting room.

"You look unsettled, are you fine?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

The creaking sound of the chair enveloped my ears.

I halted. "I need space, Emile," I voiced out.

"But.." she was talking when I interrupted.

"My twinnie should understand me better, right?" I asked.

"Right," she responded.

I nodded my head in approval without looking at her.

"And where's mom?" I asked.

"She had an emergency in her hospital so she had to stay," Emile explained.

"Alright," I uttered and walked out.

My knees buckled immediately it met with my bed.

I sank onto it, putting my handbag on my bedside table in the process.

My hands trembled as I pulled off my footwear.

I exhaled, stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

My back throbbed as I laid down in the bathtub.

One part of Ethan's words re-occurred in my mind. "I have a crush on you, Ivy."

I shook my head slowly. Ethan had a crush on Ivy while I was the one trying to get his attention all this while.

I stepped out of the bathroom, tied my towel around my chest and dried my hair.

I moved towards the wardrobe, and picked a free short gown to wear.

The clock ticked. 5:45pm the minute I laid down on my bed.

I pressed my hands to my chest and shut my eyes.

"She's here." I suddenly heard a masculine voice say.

My eyes quivered as I snapped open my eyes.

My blood ran cold. Where the hell was I?

My eyes scanned around, the place looked too small, the walls too close.

I swallowed hard, it was empty only filled with darkness.

My heart thudded in my ears.

I looked for the exit. My gaze finally fell on it.

My legs ached as I tried to take a step.

My palms went damp in realization.

My legs were... a thick rope was tied around my legs, my hands weren't left behind also.

I froze at the sound of the door opening.

A gasp escaped my lips as my eyes met with the celebrity singer.

Darkness didn't make me recognize him less.

Two other guys followed him in.

They were all putting on the same outfit. Black and Black.

My breath came short and fast as he walked to me.

"Hiya," he said, his lips curling up to a cruel smile.

"I'm... sorry... I'm... Sorry," I stammered, words got stuck in my throat.

"It's too late, beauty," he voiced out and stepped away from me.

"Cut off one of her fingers," he commanded, his voice sharp as a new blade.

My eyes bulged, sweat ran down my spine.

"Please... Please," I screamed out, tears prickled at the corners of my eyes.

"Too late, baby girl," James muttered.

My jaw trembled. One of the guys dropped down a suitcase and opened it.

My throat went dry, the sharp edge of a knife shone in my eyes.

"Please! Please! Help me! Somebody help me!" I shouted at every step the guy took towards me.

"Help me! Help me! Help!" I screamed.

"Nooooooo." I yelled the second the guy stood at my front.

"Say by goodbye to your little finger," he said and raised the knife.

"Noooooo..."