''Ian Romero, the person I hate the most in the whole wide world. He turned the entire school against me, and then just left me alone in the hell he created.''
There's no one Cody Walker hates more than Ian Romero, who is the reason he has been bull...
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*Cody Walker's POV
I had a feeling something was off when Ian took forever in his locker and showed up to the classroom long after the teacher. When he glanced at me, there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes. For a second or two I was really starting to get worried: what if he knew?
But then he smiled and just like that the Ian I knew was back. I answered the smile before turning my gaze back to the projection. A part of me wished he had found out about it. I didn't want to keep things from him, but I didn't think I could tell about this one.
Why? Because I was ashamed? Afraid? Because I really didn't want to talk to the principal and I knew Ian wouldn't let it go so easily this time? Because talking about it made it all too real? Because I didn't want our good period to end so soon?
I really want you to understand that it was killing me to keep that from Ian. I was so used to lying, but I wanted to be honest with him. I wanted to tell him, but I just.. couldn't.
Seeing Ian smiling like that was more than enough and I lulled myself into the assumption that he didn't know. That he would never ever find out about it.
"Before you go, I have something to show to you. It won't take long, I promise." Ian murmured to me when the last class of the day was finally over. He snatched my wrist and gently pulled me after him to an empty conference room. It was one of those rooms in our school you could use freely, if you got the key card.
"Hey.. What's th—" I began, nonplussed and having absolutely no idea what he wanted to do there. As soon as he shut the door behind us, he pressed my back against the door and started kissing my lips heatedly. I forgot all my resistance and answered the kiss, letting my body relax under his touch.
Then, before I could stop him, Ian pulled up the hem of my shirt. He stumbled back like I had just slapped him in the face. As his wide eyes took in the sight, his hand gripped my shirt tighter and tighter.
"When did you think about mentioning this to me?" Ian demanded and let go of the hem of my shirt. He swiped his hand through his hair, nearly pulling it in the process.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I just stared at my feet instead.
"Why can't you just.." Ian sounded both angry and anguished. "Why the fuck do you have to lie all the time?"
"I'm sorry.." I breathed, leaning on the door to stay steady on my feet. I had never seen Ian like that and it was starting to freak me out, especially knowing it was all my fault. I had lied and caused all that pain to him.
"Just tell me the truth. Or is it too much to ask?" Gosh how furious he was.
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"Are you scared now that your boyfriend isn't there to protect you?" That was the first thing Jeremy whispered to me.
