The irked feeling

Chapter 11

YRENE'S POV

The horror of something creepy staring at me through the window was so unnerving that I couldn't find my voice. Instead, I swung my legs to the floor as gently as I could, and with my mouth open and eyes glued to the figure at the window, I began to back away as quietly as I could manage.

Just then, the figure stood, and pushed open the windows right in front of me. That was when the scream finally left me.

It was a piercing one that I didn't even think I could manage. I immediately ran to the nearest stray pillow on the floor and bashed it at the figure which had proceeded to jump into my room.

And then to my very surprise, it was Kaden. I had seen the malicious curve of his lips even before he pulled back his hood. My heart thrummed in my chest and even in the pale moonlight, I could see his handsome features standing out, making him seem even more desirable, but of course, those thoughts couldn't stay long.

Immediately I realized the horror of what I had done, the nerve.

"God." I gasped, and took light steps backwards while staring at him as though my staring alone could change the fact that he was Kaden and no one else.

He gave a smile and looked at the pillow on the floor.

"I was hoping for a louder scream. Perhaps, a heart failure too?" He mocked and he began to take little steps towards me.

I took a step backwards and realized it wasn't going to end till I backed a wall. I turned around and made for the door, hoping to make him do something else other than try to do or say anything nasty with my back to the wall. That was something I couldn't take. The idea of him sneering down at me would hurt me because I would be cornered and unable to do much.

I got to the door and turned around, hoping he was smirking and trying to see if I would run or not but with a jolt to my heart, I realized he wasn't there.

"Kad…aaaaaaaaaah!"

Just imagine searching for someone only to realize they were right next to you.

Just as I had feared, he pinned my shoulders to the wall, and even though I all meat and little bone, I couldn't help but wince as he squeezed hard on my shoulders, securing me to the wall.

Why was he bent on torturing me? Was he so angry that Ethan had not allowed them to humiliate me back there at the restaurant? Was revenge really all that mattered to him?

I didn't dare meet his eyes but he forced me to as he bent to my height, leaving our faces inches from each other.

I could feel his hot breath mingle with mine and my heart began to race in its little cubicle as I immediately lowered my lashes.

Was he about to kiss me? No way he would do that? Why was he staring at me? What was wrong with the brothers? First, Ethan, now Kaden?

He moved even closer and a little gasp escaped me as I raised my eyes to his. His eyes were cold and his expression stiff. He looked like he was waiting for me to do something wrong so he could lash out at me and punish me once more.

Then he bent further and sniffed my neck. What was he doing? I held my breath for as long as I could dare since even breathing a little was impossible with him that close.

"You smell nice. You're just too fat." He blurted out and retreated, then he pulled the door open with force, sending me stumbling a few feet, before leaving and slamming the door.

The word 'Fat' was something I had heard so many times, it was something I was used to hearing, but there was something about the plain way he said it close to my ear.

It felt like I'd never be accepted because I was the combination of ten girls put together.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth to try to quench the burn at the back of my throat but it did nothing to help. I blinked severally, trying to stop the nasty tears from arriving, but it didn't matter how much I blinked, my eyes still ended up being blurred by them, till they flowed down my chubby cheeks.

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The next day, I went to school as early as I could and sat in the library with a pile of books in front of me, trying to read, and I spent hours just staring at the letters on the pages without anything actually registering in my brain. It was about an hour later when someone tapped me that I realized I hadn't been reading but sleeping and thinking I was awake.

"Oh God." I murmured and immediately began to pack my textbooks before recalling someone had tapped me.

I turned and saw Francesca folding her hands.

"Oh, Francesca." I sighed as I rose to my feet.

"What was the deal with you yesterday?" She asked immediately, stopping me from picking up my textbooks which I was about to do.

"My mum was in a critical condition yesterday so you picked a really wrong time to pull your prank." I lied to her smoothly, not even knowing I could lie as smooth as that.

"Oh." She exclaimed softly as she let her hands slide off my books.

"Oh." I repeated, and started picking up my books.

"I'm deeply sorry. I really am. How's your mum?" She asked, and I put on a tight smile.

"She's good now. Come on, don't look at me like that. So tell me, what's it you want to talk about? You look rather excited." I told her and she smiled before launching into a story about how her pictures gathered over six thousand likes on I*******m.

She was amazing.

Before class started, I walked into the girls toilet to wash my hands which had vecome sweaty and as a result, sticky, and while I was washing, Kaden came in.

"It's the ladies'." I heard myself say immediately.

"But there's no girl in it. All I see is an overgrown, bloated fatso, and by fatso, I mean warthog. Fat, and dirty. " He said with a smirk, and just then Reece also came in, and they smirked.

"Once the mice escaped, twice,does it?" Reece said in a sing-song.

Not the ladies'

Not when anyone could see.

Not when Francesca was waiting for me. Not when she could easily come to check on me and discover my secret.

And just then, I heard footsteps—light footsteps that were definitely Francesca's.