Wrong person

Kehlani

It's been two weeks since that bastard left me. Yet, my heart still aches like it was just yesterday. I cried all through fourteen days. Beyond bruised and almost depressed. Now t

As I trudged down the school's hallway like a depressed capybara, flashback triggers. My jaw fell, seeing Elliot kissing Maddie openly. I swallowed bitterly and I felt completely angry. It was as though a sword pierced through my flesh, digging into my bones. 

“Hey, Kehlani.”

I blinked and Olive jogged towards me, slanting her arms over my shoulders. “What's up?”

I didn't say anything. Her eyes read the direction of mine and when she observed it, she hissed. 

“Oh, no. Girl.” She pushed me so we walked further. “Avert your eyes. Don't look at him. He's a loser and he lost a beautiful girl like you.”

I chuckled nervously. “I know.” A soft sigh escaped my lips. 

“So, how are you?”

I forced a smile. “Totally fine. Absolutely fine. I was ditched in front of everyone and secondly, I still haven't submitted my application for the scholarship program.”

“Oh, tell me you're being sarcastic.” She rolled her eyes. “Hold on, hope you know the deadline for that is today.”

She pointed to the notice board and I gasped, clutching my chest. “Oh gracious god! When?”

“I thought you said–”

“Fuck.” I cursed and opened my locker to get my document. “I need to rush to the boardroom immediately.” I panicked and my heart raced as I breathed rapidly. How could I forget about this? “See you later, olive.” 

“Okay!” She yelled back. 

Two weeks ago, I'd already written and set the application documents for the 4th LensArt photography scholarship program. It was a full ride scholarship to a top art program, cash and gift prize and a feature in a prominent art magazine sponsored by the casper family for students of Samara Hills High. I promised myself I'd try to win this year but since the humiliation. I lost myself and forgot about it. Even when the document had been in my school locker. Photography is my passion that's why I was in the school's shutter club. Plus, I got the chance to stay on the rink to snap Elliot adding up to the school's magazine. 

“Oh my…” I breathe in capital letters as I ascend the stairs of the admin building. Passed the rows of faculty offices, walked to the boardroom and knocked. Yup, the assigned place to submit it. 

“Come in.”

I heard a faint voice and I pushed the door open, catching my breath. At the extreme end of the board table, sat a guy there. No staff. 

I squinted my eyes till I realized it was Trevor Casper. 

“How may I help you?” He raised a brow, taking his headphones off. 

“Uhh…” I walked closer. Why's he even here? Oh I forgot. Trevor is the school's god of hockey….or should I say Elliot's number one competitor, rival team too. His bloody rich parents are the sponsors behind the scholarship that's why he was almost untouchable. 

“Speak up?” He tilted his head, waiting for my response. 

“Of course.” My hands are clammy and I'm nervous now. I tripped when I met his eyes again. 

“Sorry.” I don't know why I'm apologizing. The document falls from my shaky hands. Get your shit together Kehlani. I scolded myself. 

“Actually, I'm here to submit my application form for the LensArt pro–”

“Closed.”

He shuts me off, gripping a cigarette between his fingers and puffs. 

“What?” I froze. 

Smoke curls from his lips and I'm forced to feel annoyed. He smirks. “You're late, Kehlani.”

He knows my name? Of course. He's literally your classmate. 

“What do you mean?” My heart cuts for a second and I'm blinking in disbelief, hysterically. 

His sleepy eyes casted a spell for me to drown in them. I don't know why, but Trevor was effortlessly charming. The gum he chewed slowly accentuated his sharp jawline. 

“What I'm saying is, I can't take that because the deadline was this morning.”

My lips trembled. “That's not a problem. The deadline's today which means I still have a chance to give you.”

“I'm sorry sweetheart. The deadline was an hour ago.”

I scoffed. “I'm not your sweetheart.” 

“Okay, Bitter heart.” He shrugged, acting so non chalant. How dare he?

“Well, aren't there any teachers I can lay this complaint to?” I crossed my arm, tapping my foot. 

He laughed. “I'm in charge here. Rules are rules. Teachers ain't got nothing on me.”

Tears had gathered around my eyes. “But this isn't fair. Why can't you just take this. After all, you're a student like me. Can't you be considerate?” I pleaded. Is it natural for hockey players to always be harsh?

The proud asshole wasn't even listening. He sprawled his hands over the chairs, watching me like I entertained him. 

“Sorry.” He says flatly. 

I felt a lump in my throat. It burned but I swallowed and rubbed my hands. Trevor is so full of himself, the way he talks, the smoke he revealed says it all. No wonder his reputation in school is negative despite his parents' relationship with the school. He's the goalie with a criminal record. Everyone knows. I slumped my shoulders in resignation and walked away. This time, tears had blurred my vision and I almost fell, cascading the stairs. I ran to the restroom in the class building and screamed.

“I hate this stupid world!” My fingers dug into the scalp of my hair and I sobbed. 

I'm always unlucky. Now my chance of getting those special benefits and spotlight is gone again. The bathroom door swung open and I wiped my tears immediately, preparing to leave but my stomach clenched when Maddie strolled in. Her make-up was intact plus she was clutching a hockey stick and pad. 

“If it isn't the…disgraced photographer.” She smiles sweetly but I didn't let her words get to me. 

“What do you want?” 

“Why? Is it bad to talk to you?” She covers her mouth, suppressing a laugh and then begins to wash her hands. 

“You know what, Kehlani?” She turned off the faucet. “I deserve Elliot big time.” Her hands are swinging in an attempt to dry her wet hands but purposely rain water on my face..

“Oops. Sorry.” She smirked, thrusting her chest. “You should have seen Elliot on Ice today. “ She holds the stick like she wants to strike. “He was amazing. Totally crushing it.” 

“Enough Maddie.” My teeth grit as I stare at her in sheer irritability. “You're just Elliot's leech.”

“Oh, shut up. At least I'm not crying and depressed over a guy.

I sighed and walked away immediately, but she trailed behind me. I walked fast. She increased her pace.

“What is it you want from me?” I stopped abruptly and she did. 

“Talented fool.” She whispers and I feel a surge of anger run through my veins.. I gripped her neck tight and slammed her into the locker. 

“Hey!”

I turned to see Elliot, scurrying with rage. 

“What the fuck?!” His eyes were full of rage and his veins popped out. Wow, he must really care for his new girlfriend. 

“Oww.” Maddie's fake wails burst through the hallway and suddenly, Elliot pushed me violently to the floor, I stood up and he raised his hand to ... .hit me?

But his hands got caught in the air. 

“Don't–you–dare–hit–her.”

I shuddered while I realized who saved me. Trevor. He's standing face to face with Elliot, gripping his hands with pressure, jaws clenched and brows furrowed. 

“Stay out of this, Trevor.” He warned. 

Trevor's eyes didn't leave Elliot. 

“Back….off…”

Trevor the criminal outlaw goalie and Elliot, Ace player. 

Two rivals locked horns.