Chapter 9: answers
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CHAPTER 9
What in the world do I tell Grace, because I know for sure that she would ask me questions.
Questions that I don't have answers to.
"You all are truly as dumb as you look." Austine said in a condescending tone.
Typical Austine who doesn't give a damn about what anybody thinks or says.
Only him has dared to talk down on a large number of people like this. He obviously has a bad temper and he knows he can take it out in the vice chancellor if he wants to.
Everywhere goes silent again and he goes on to explain that we were in a relationship and anyone who tried to get in between us could as well kiss their admission into the school goodbye.
"Or you can choose for your parent's company to go bankrupt." He said before holding my hand in his and leading us both out of the site.
Whispers followed before the full blown noise from
gossip.
"Isn't that the second runner up for the game?"
"I always knew something was up."
"She probably used their relationship as a leverage to win."
"Such shamelessness." The hatred in their voices rang in my ears until Austine led me to his car.
"Sit." He says as he opens the back seat for me. And without as much as a protest, I sat.
What else is there to do!?
But the , I can't seem to raise my head up to look him in the eyes.
I can tell that he wants to say something or at least wants me to say something.
But that's not what I want.
In fact, I don't want anything.
I just want to go to my room and enjoy the peace and silence that comes with being alone.
But at the same time, I'm scared of being alone.
I'm scared of going back to that room and getting over flown in my head with my thoughts.
I don't want to be with him or by myself, I don't want to be around anyone else.
I just want to disappear.
I feel my throat tighten at the thought of me wanting to disappear.
Because it only means that I am weak and can't fight back.
And if there is anything that I hate, it is the feeling of weakness, so to say the least, I hate myself right now.
"I'm sorry I did those things without permission." Austine says and I don't know how to react, but I'm very sure and not oblivious to the right in my throat.
I rapidly blink my eyes as well as if it would do anything to hold the tears back, but who am I kidding.
I'm a much worse mess that I thought I was.
.I can't even put my emotions in check.
I get that nothing is smooth sailing right now, but why do I feel the need to cry, I just…
"Here." Austine hand me an handkerchief and with the reflection of the car's light on it, I can tell that it's a black one.
I'm not surprised, and in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the color of his furniture at home was black too.
And why in the world am I thinking about his furniture at home.
My thoughts are not in one direction.
"Won't you take it from me? You've been sniffling since." He says, then he mutters something like *I wonder why girls only just want to cry.*
And that's the last straw that breaks the camel's back for me.
Because I wonder why it is like that for me and why every other thing is so confusing.
"Hey hey hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm really sorry." He says and though I'm surprised by how considerate he is trying to be, I can't help but let it all out.
The cold breeze from all around also continue to hit me.
Oh what a life, the breeze is even rubbing the fact that I'm all alone in the mess on my face.
But then, there is Austine to prove them wrong.
I know I owe him one and more with all that he has done for me today. But I am just scared of what he will ask for when he calls in the favour.
I'm just so scared, because I know I might not be able to give it.
"I'm sorry, hmm, I'm sorry. I'm here so you can cry. Here." He taps his shoulders.
"You can lean on me and cry, I'm here for you hmm." He says like he is trying to placate a child.
And honestly, I don't feel anymore than a child.
I feel like a feotus in fact, because the fact that I can't get anything right is just too obvious.
But I do as he says, I lean on his shoulder and cry.
It seems like the only thing I know how to do well anyway.
"I'm here for you, hmm." He says and continues to pat my hair.
Rolland's POV
Something is wrong.
Something is definitely wrong, in fact with everyone here.
I write mystery and thriller novels that have won awards and turned me to a millionaire, so from my writing experience, I can feel the mystery in the air.
Around everyone.
And this uneasy feeling has been on for hours now.
Ever since I saw Olivia at the recreation center.
And now, I know for sure that she isn't fine.
Because her coming to the bonfire with Austine could only mean one thing.
And that is she had been with him all day.
But why?
Why in the world will my sweet little innocent Olivia be with Austine.
Austine is bad news.
Bad bad news and now, they have just left here.
It's late night.
It's too late for them to be alone together.
I wonder what he has told her.
What in the world did he make her do?
Because I know one thing for sure and that is that Olivia would never walk up to him.
She is too much of an introvert for that and enjoys her space and alone time more.
Plus she is one to always avoid drama and anything that has to do with Austine is always dramatic.
So he must have done something or said something to have her glued by his side like that.
The Olivia I know would never rest on someone else's chest.
I have to do something about it.
"Rolland, are you okay? You look really uncomfortable."
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