Still, for the rest of the day until lunch, she dealt with the whispers and the pointing. She was under no illusion that all of the whispering and the pointing wouldn’t grow old.
She hadn’t packed a lunch for herself, and as she made her way to her locker, she wished she had. The thought of going into that room with everyone there … it scared her. She put her books inside her locker, played with the strap of her bag and wondered if it would be so bad to skip the rest of the day.
Her parents would find out, but that wouldn’t be so bad. They kept expecting her to lash out, to do something crazy. Why not give them a little taste of what they were so worried about?
Don’t do it.
Skye jumped as hands landed above her head. She quickly spun around and was shocked to see Noah, standing so close. His hands trapped her between his hard body and the metal behind her.
“Noah.”
“Skye.”
Glancing past his shoulder, she saw people were staring.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve tried to see you. I’ve tried to call around, but your parents kept me away. I wanted to see you at the hospital, but alas, they didn’t want me anywhere near you. Do you want to keep me away?”
She stared into his blue eyes. They were so bright, and she shook her head. “We can’t talk right now.”
He brought his hand off the locker beside her and slammed it back down. “Don’t tell me we can’t talk or see each other right now. I’m talking to you, and I’m very much seeing you with my own two fucking eyes.”
“You’re causing a scene.”
“It’s not like the ones we had to deal with. Their eyes can look away.”
She felt sick to her stomach.
He turned behind him. “You guys got places to be? Fuck off.”
“Noah, this isn’t like you,” she said.
“You know what I don’t like?”
“Nope.”
“Being ignored.”
“I’m not ignoring you.”
“No?”
“No. I can’t stop my parents, okay? I wanted to see you. I didn’t know if you wanted to see me.”
“I came to your house several times.”
“I know that, but this is different. Don’t you feel it? Everyone is watching us.”
She gasped as he suddenly grabbed her arm, and before she could stop him, he’d marched her into the boys’ locker room in the gym. No one was around.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
He stroked a finger down one curl. “This is new.”
“I had it cut.”
“I can see that. Want to tell me why?”