Nero started walking again, pulling her hand to head to their class.
“Does Amo know we’re following him?” Elle couldn’t tell.
Nero shrugged. “I haven’t told him we are, but he might know on his own. Don’t get used to this, though; she needs to learn not to depend on you.”
Elle smiled up at Nero before she laid her head on his arm. She liked when Nero could actually be sweet. Well, try to be sweet.
Elle noticed Vincent could hardly keep up and had fallen way behind. She decided to ask Nero what had happened to him.
“Why is Vincent acting so weird? He won’t even look at me.”
Elle could have sworn she saw Nero smile before it vanished. “I don’t know.”
Elle tried again. “Do you know what happened to him? It looks like he got hurt or something.”
“I think he just got a little winded.”
Elle decided to give up. There’s no telling what they got into.
After Nero walked Elle into their classroom, she took her seat while Nero went to get their posters in the back of the class. Elle started pulling out some blank paper and a pen from her bag when she noticed Nero hadn’t come back with their posters. She looked up and saw he was practically sandwiched between the two bimbos.
Elle’s heart started to ache. This ache was the type that felt like her heart was splitting in two. She could only watch as Nero went through the posters on the back table with the two girls on either side of him, their bodies rubbing up against his while they talked to each other. Elle couldn’t hear what they were saying, though.
She had to look down before her heart ripped in two. I can’t watch.
She picked up her pen and quickly started writing. Nero joined her a few seconds later with their posters. She didn’t pull her face away from her papers to look at him; she didn’t want to see his face. Which is probably smiling from ear to ear right now.
She also didn’t want the bimbos to see they had hurt her; therefore, she never picked her eyes up from writing the entire class period. It was hard for Elle to concentrate and write words fluidly without Nero noticing she was attempting to ignore him. She later realized she didn’t want Nero to see she was hurt, either.
She didn’t even know if she had a right to be upset since she hadn’t seen Nero respond to them. Yeah, but he didn’t try to stop them, either. She couldn’t stop picturing them pressing their boobs into his arm. I have a fucking right to be upset.
Nero had tried a few times to gain her attention by flirting with her throughout the class period. However, Elle never gave in and kept her attention on her writing. When the final school bell rang, Elle leisurely put her papers back into her bag.
Nero didn’t talk until the classroom had cleared out. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope.” Elle sat there, playing with the zipper on her satchel. She knew better than to get up this time.
Nero had practically burned a hole in her face. “You sure about that?”
“Yep.”
Elle and Nero sat there in silence. She had nothing to say to him. She thought it was a joke to have believed Nero could be satisfied with one woman.
He used to go through three a day. Elle sadly wished she was exaggerating.
‘I don’t want to see you ever touch another guy again.’ When Nero had spoken those words to her earlier, she had believed it as Nero taking them being together seriously. She hadn’t realized he didn’t think the touching thing was a two-way street.
Elle stood and went to the door when Amo and Chloe reached the classroom. “Is Lana picking you up?”
“Yeah, she’s out front waiting for me,” Chloe said, trying to smile.
Elle knew Lana wouldn’t be able to take her home, but it never hurt to ask. Elle gave Chloe a reassuring smile and then started walking for the doors. She didn’t even wait for Amo to start walking out in front; she wanted to get out of there and away from Nero as soon as possible.
She walked out the doors by herself with everyone else a ways behind her. She waited in the student pick-up area to watch Chloe get into Lana’s car. A minute later, Chloe had caught up to her, and whispered “bye” as she headed for the car. Elle knew that Chloe noticed she was upset at something, yet Elle made sure to smile at her to let her know she wasn’t upset with her. She would text her later to make sure she understood. Elle wasn’t even upset at Nero or the bimbos; she was upset at herself for thinking she and Nero might work.
After Elle watched Chloe close the door, she started walking toward the next bus stop.
Nero yelled, “Where are you going?” He and the guys were waiting about ten feet away from her while she had watched Chloe get in the car.
Elle kept walking.
Nero shouted again, “Elle?”
She kept walking.
Then Elle felt Nero snatch her arm. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
She tried to jerk her arm away, but like it usually was when he had a hold of her, it was useless. I am sick and tired of this shit!
“Let me go! I’m going to ride the bus!”
“No, you’re not, Elle. You’re riding with me.” Nero pulled her in the opposite direction.
Elle did not appreciate him telling her what to do anymore. He doesn’t tell me what to do and who I can’t touch.
“No, I’m fucking not!” Elle hit Nero’s arm as hard as she could and jerked her arm away. She wasn’t stupid, though. As soon as her arm was free, she started running.