Chapter 3Song for this chapter: Bravado - Lorde “I’m faking glory, lick my lips toss my

Chapter 3 Song for this chapter: Bravado - Lorde “I’m faking glory, lick my lips toss my hair, and turn a smile on.” ★☆★ Vivian's POV I walk down the hallway, my arm linked with Kenzie’s, utterly confused. Luke is being so kind to me, even when all I’ve done was be rude to him. It doesn’t make any sense. When he asked about tutoring me, I started to freak out. I don’t need to spend any more time with that boy, or I could possibly tell him something that I shouldn’t. I don’t know why, I just get trustworthy vibes from him, and that scares me. I don’t even know him. Plus it would be embarrassing if everyone found out that I had a tutor. It’s bad enough that I am terrible at math, and have to get all of my answers online, but to have a tutor, there’s no way that can happen. “What’s going on with you and Luke, Viv?” Kenzie questions, linking her arm in mine. This gesture is one I absolutely hate, but I don’t ever say anything. I look at her confused, “What do you mean?” “After the game on Friday he wouldn’t stop staring at you, and then he helps you for like the whole class. Are you two banging?” She whispers the last part with eyes wide. “Ew, no! There’s nothing going on with me as Luke, he just helped me with some math.” I shrug, disgusted with her mindset. The truth is that I’ve never slept with anyone, and I intend to keep it that way for the rest of high school. I don’t want an STD, or to get pregnant, like so many of the girls at our school. Honesty I’m surprised that Kenzie hasn’t gotten anything yet, she’s kind of a slut. “Well I wouldn’t be mad if you did. He’s cute, in a gothic giraffe way.” She states. I stifle a giggle, at her comparison. An image of a giraffe dressed in black pops up in my mind, causing me to laugh harder. My mind trails to how Luke was biting his lip ring the whole time he was helping me. I snap back to reality when Kenzie elbows me in the side, with her extremely sharp elbow. I realize that we’re at our next hour, and blush at the fact that I zone out when I was thinking of Luke. I blink a few times, to get the image out of my mind. There’s no way I can start crushing on Luke, it simply cannot happen. We walk into our French class, and I sigh when I see Trent, sitting next to the seat I always claim. He would not leave me alone this morning, and I almost lost my cool and slapped his heavy, muscular arm off of my shoulders. He’s so physical that it makes me uncomfortable, but I just deal with it. “Bonjour belle." Trent speaks, grinning when I sit next to him. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him, ”Bonjour, comment allez-vouz?“ He smiles once again, ”Bien, et vous?“ ”Bien, merci.“ I smile polietely, then turn away from him and grab my French binder. Madame Allore stands up in front of the class, and it instantly goes quiet, ”Bonjour classe.“ She speaks, and the class replies in a, ”Bonjour Madame.“ Madame Allore is extremely intimidating, and extremely scary when you get her angry. She is fond of me of course, because of my parents. I enjoy her class, and learning French, I just don’t enjoy the people in it. We go through why we were practicing all of last week, and the entire hour goes by semi quickly. Trent keeps his hand on my thigh, like always. He ever starts whispering disgusting, probably sexy to him, things in my ear. It took everything in me to not regurgitate. I have never been more thankful for the bell ringing when it did, than I have been today. Trent was beyond violating my personal space, and the second the bell rang, I final free myself from his overbearing grip and gather my things, rushing out the door to my next class, English, that thankfully I don’t have with Kenzie, Trent, or Luke. ★☆★ Sadly, English went by extremely quickly, which means that I have to go to lunch now, and be fake around all of my "friends” which is extremely. I take all of my things to my locker, taking my time of course, then head to the lunch room. Kenzie’s arm is automatically linked in mine when she spots me. We travel through the lunch line, getting whatever looks appetizing, which isn’t very much at this school. The whole time she would not stop talking about how Ashton ran into each other in the hallway, and how he was so sweet. I absentmindedly grin at her, telling her that he for sure likes her, why wouldn’t he? She has, long gorgeous blonde hair, big blue eyes, and the perfect skinny, body that all guys want. I used to compare myself to Kenzie, and hate myself, because she’s so perfect and she can get any guy. Now that I know how air headed, annoying, and how little brains she has, I’ve stopped being envious of her. “Hey Viv, what kind of party are you for your sweet sixteen?” Carissa Leon, a superficial fake blonde with fake boobs asks, the second I sit down. My eyes widen slightly, “What?” “You’re turning sixteen in two weeks?” She asks, confused. I completely forgot about my birthday, and right now I don’t really care that I’m having a birthday. I especially don’t care that I’m turning 16, yeah I’ll be able to drive, but I really don’t want to have a party. It’s bad enough putting on an act at school, but if everyone comes to my house for a party, it’ll be worse, especially if my father happens to be home. “I knew that, silly!” I laugh at her, grinning widely, “I’ll call the hotel after school and see if they can make an exception for me.” I’ve been hosting my birthday parties there ever since I was eight, it’s the most expensive, and fun place to go, and my fathers company owns it, so we can always use it. There’s a movie theatre, a swimming pool, and a restaurant. “You should have it at your house Viv!” Kenzie grins. “Yeah, it’s huge, and it’s your sweet sixteen, we should switch it up!” Melissa pops in. There’s a chorus of “yes’s” from our huge table. I hold in my rage for Kenzie not understanding that I have been avoiding bringing anyone to my house for the past three years. I put on a smile, and nod my head, “What a great idea Kenz, I’ll ask my mom tonight.” She grins, then starts talking about something stupid. Trent places his arm around my shoulders, and I hold back an eye roll. “I’m excited to come to your house.” He whispers in my ear. Chills run down my back, and they aren’t the good kind. I scoot away from Trent a little, and ignore what he just said. I pick at my salad, letting my eyes roam the cafeteria. I stare longingly at the table of “nerds” that look like they’re having a blast. Charlie Thompson grins at her best friend Annie, and a small smile forms on my lips. They are so comfortable around each other, as if they’ve known one on other their whole lives. In reality, Annie just moved here a few months back. She’s naturally pretty, but reads constantly, and is a “band geek” so our group instantly shunned her when she was looking for a friend. I wish that Kenzie and I could still be like that. Inseparable best friends, who don’t care what people think. When we entered High School last year, Kenzie and I found ourselves in the popular group of the school, because I was rich, and she was pretty. I hated it, but kept it to myself, because Kenzie loved it. We had been best friends for so long, and I didn’t want to ruin it. Now that I think back, I wonder what would have happened if I did leave the popular clique. Would I have ended up being friends with Charlie and Annie, or would I have no friends at all? I tear my eyes away from that table as they start throwing food at each other. My eyes travel around the cafeteria, past the many different groups of people. The nerds and band geeks, athletic jocks, brainiacks, druggies, wannabees, goths, the most normal ones you know, and then there’s a few tables of mixed groups. My eyes land on the group of mixed music lovers, that includes two athletes, a gamer, and a mathematical genius. My eyes trail away from Ashton, who is flailing his arms around as he talks extremely fast. I catch Luke staring at me, with a confused, and slightly angry look on his face. We lock eyes, and I start to get confused by the emotions showed clearly on his face. After a few moments, the bell rings, causing me to tear my eyes away from Luke. Our whole group of friends gets up, and we dump our trays. As we exit the cafeteria, Trent places his arm around my shoulders once again. I close my eyes momentarily, and sigh internally. As I flutter my eyes open, I spot Luke standing at his locker, staring at me once again. Once he see’s me looking at him, he looks away swiftly, and turns back to his locker. My eyebrows scrunch together, in confusion. What was that about? ★☆★ As the final bell of the day rings, I avoid going to the library. Luke might go there again looking for me, and I don’t want to see him right now. I walk to my locker, and put all my things that I don’t need to take home in it. Right as I’m about to shut my locker, someone clears their throat. I’m ready for it to be Trent, and for him to ask me to come over. I look up to see that it isn’t Trent, but the other guy who won’t leave me alone. “What?” I ask exhausted just from being at school, and thinking of what I’m going to do in two weeks. “I was just wondering if you wanted help finishing your math, I know you were having a hard time getting it this morning.” He shrugs, and stuffs his hands into his pockets. I shake my head, “I’m fine, I wasn’t having a hard time, I just didn’t get those few problems. Thanks anyway.” I nod at him, then turn around and start walking away. “You can quit with the acting Vivian.” He says, completely calmly. I snap my head around, “Excuse me?” “You can quit acting like you’re perfectly fine with everything. I know something’s up, and I’m not buying your little performance that everyone else does. No matter how good it is.” He states. My eyes widen momentarily, then turn into a glare, “I don’t know what your talking about Luke. I am not putting on an act for anyone." I lie, folding my arms in front of me. He shakes his head and let’s out a breath, "Keep on denying it Vivian, but I know something’s going on, and I am going to find out what.” With that, he walks past me. I suck in my bottom lip, and blink back my on coming tears. I lean against my locker, in a state of shock and worry.  Luke is onto me. ★☆★ Autors Note- So that whole French conversation with Viv, and Trent went like this T: “Bonjour belle.” which means hello, (or good morning) beautiful V: “Bonjour, comment allez-vouz?" hello (or good morning), how are you? T: ”Bien, et vous?“ fine, and you? V: ”Bien, merci.“ fine, thanks I know that wasn’t amazing, but I got it off of a website from google (I speak no French if you can’t tell) But if there are errors, or you can think of any ways this can be better, PLEASE tell me And yeah, chapter 3, sorry that it sucks, and sorry for the long wait, I’m hoping the next update will be a lot sooner.  Give it a vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter! Hugs & Kisses -Hannahxx -- source link

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