Betraying My Crush, Love With Jork

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Why Try When You Are Still Gonna Lose

But she ignored my messages just to send me this.

I guess we will just meet in school.

*When is it?* I ask her and she replies that almost immediately but ignores my previous texts asking how she is and if she is back and coming to school tomorrow.

*Next week and there is gonna be a bonfire night afterwards.* even though she is texting, I can imagine how excited and fast she typed it.

I've known grace for years. I think she is just that predictable.

And she would most likely resume today even though she might be sea sick just to make people notice her before the anonymous confession day.

But then, who would notice the girl who never steps out of her comfort zone and dresses in nothing other than hoodies joggers and sneakers like they are her pair of uniform.

Rolland has called my dressing cute a number of times, but I'm sure no one else sees it.

*I guess you won't be participating, since no one really knows you and you are going through a break up phase, right?* She texts right back.

And I'm about to reply *No* when Rolland's good morning message pops up.

*I'd be participating, it'd be fun.* I text back.

I don't know what I'm expecting, and it'll be anonymous, so I won't know for sure if he will send me a message.

But then, I could just hack into the server and find out who sent the message.

I'm a grey hat hacker and the fun part of it is that it is anonymous in the sense that no one knows about it.

Not my family or my ex, not even my bestfriend Grace knows about and I would like for her to remain that way.

It would be my dirty little secret, since I do more of black hat hacking than white hat hacking for my clients.

I'm still smiling from Rolland's text when Grace's message comes in.

He texted me because he cares, right?

*Why try when you won't be getting anything.* I can almost imagine her face and the words she decided to swallow.

And yes, I know that my best friend is more of a b***h than a friend to me and that she would have said to leave it all to her to take the glory, but she refrained because 'she doesn't want to hurt my feelings'

But either way, my feelings are already used to being hurt.

Whether it's by my family or by my ex boy friend bestfriend and my crush.

*Ouch, that hurt my feelings.* I texted back with the laughing emoji to make it look like I'm joking.

But like I expected, she went offline already.

That leaves me to reply Rolland's message.

*I slept well thank you. Are you participating in the anonymous confession?* I ask him and he sends me a sticker in reply.

And according to what I've taken note about Rolland, whenever he wants to do something that he might be scolded by Grace for, he usually pretends to be unsure.

It's in fact something we both do.

I can't help but blush even though I know he would probably not send anything to me.

The first two weeks go by in a blur and it's the Saturday for the anonymous confession night.

It's gonna be an online event, but most of us are gathered in the recreation center right beside the site for our bonfire.

The reason being because of the large screen that keeps updating the top twenty highest rankers.

And just like I guessed, so many girls and boys have done a lot of things to be popular that some people did a mini challenge and placed a bet on who is going to win the award.

While they decided to bet, they decided to do it on a large scale as it was confirmed that some people placed their bets with their Lamborghinis, houses, yatches and the like of the very expensive properties they owned.

What a bunch of rich spoilt brats!

My school is a school for only arts students and because of the high fees and special treatment which we recieve, there are just a little over three hundred of us from the first gear to the fifth.

Institute Of Talented Fine Artists is literally the most expensive university in all of America and it ranks amomgst one of the best ten institutes in the world that produce the world's finest artistes.

Ranging from the best piano players who end up top in operas, to the best ballerinas, most paid actresses to the best authors which is what I am striving for.

The learning environment is the most conducive, but it has to be since we pay so much for it.

And if course, the recreational center which is large enough to make over one thousand people comfortable has only two hundred of us in it.

And here I am, sitting all alone and trying not to look at Charles and his new girlfriend.

They became official during the last week and made it a thing to embarass me as his ex.

He was sure to mention that he broke up with me because I was boring and she was the opposite of me, making me feel exposed and even more vulnerable.

Rolland was there to protect me and we were asked a couple of times if we were dating, considering the fact that Rolland had just published a book which had already been translated to twenty languages.

Of course, Grace got tired of it and made an announcement on the general group that she was his girlfriend and I was just friends with them.

This earned me another bolt of criticism.

And this time with no one to protect me.

No Rolland to clean my tears like he did the first time.

I guess I've gotten over it though.

Rolland and Grace are together in the far front following the numbers and acting all love dovey.

Charles has also made it a duty to send me dirty looks everytime we get eye contact.

So much for wanting a peaceful college life.

I've got nothing but drama all through and being in year three has made it even worse.

But just when I think I would be able to enjoy my peace in this crowd, someone suddenly calls my name.

"What's up Olly." I don't have to turn to myself and guess who it is to know who.

"Austine please leave." I tell him with gritted teeth.

"I can choose to sit anywhere I like. Plus I have a lot of people who want to sit with me, infact, they don't dare to. But you want me to leave?"

"Yes, please." I tell him still without looking at him.

Me talking to him is the only attention he would get from me.

Because either way, I'll get unsolicited attention from other ladies who don't wish me well.

And that's the last thing I want right now.