Bittersweet Memories: Part 1 – Chapter 8
Bittersweet Memories
âSlut,â some girl murmurs behind my back as her friends giggle beside her. Theyâve been daring her to say something to me, and Iâll admit I was betting against her. I didnât think she had the guts.
I slam my locker closed and turn around, my jaw clenched. Her eyes widen, and she turns around, her cheeks crimson.
âYou,â I snap. âWhat did you just say to me?â
She rushes off, and her friends send me taunting looks as they follow her, their giggles grating on me.
âItâs not like theyâre wrong.â Pure violence rushes through me at the sound of Calebâs voice. âI saw how that guy held you. Thereâs no way he ainât screwing you.â I turn toward him angrily, and he chuckles. âShouldâve just kissed me when I gave you a chance. If you want this to stop, I can make that happen. Just go on a date with me, Alanna.â
I cross my arms over my chest, but all that does is draw his gaze to my breasts. âYou need to stop harassing me,â I warn him. âIâve been lenient so far because Iâm not into drama, but I will sue you for slander. Itâs clear youâre not used to hearing the word no, so read my damn lips, Caleb. No. I will never date you.â
I walk past him, barely able to contain my temper. Iâm trying my hardest to pretend that words canât hurt me, but they do. Every time Iâm called a slut or a whore, my heart breaks. Iâm a virgin, for Godâs sake. Itâs unfair that this is happening to me because I wouldnât let Caleb take advantage of me.
Heâs hot on my heels as I walk to the exit, and Iâm so tempted to turn around and punch him in the face. Iâve never truly hated someone before, but I can honestly say that I hate this guy. I hate everything about him. His stupid hair, his entitlement, the way his stupid friends fall in line, the fact that no one will stand up to him.
âItâs just one date, Alanna,â he says, his tone coaxing.
âAre you dumb?â I ask, pausing in the hallway. âWhat makes you think that harassing a girl will make her want to go out with you? We arenât in kindergarten anymore, Caleb. I get that your emotional intelligence hasnât caught up yet, so allow me to enlighten you. Bullying a girl whose attention you want is childish, and itâs ineffective. Leave me alone, or Iâm submitting a formal complaint.â
I walk out of the building, relieved he isnât following me. I head toward my car in a rush, but before I reach it, Iâm yanked back. Caleb has his hand around my wrist, impatience flashing through his eyes. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, weâre interrupted by a voice I know all too well.
âI highly recommend that you let go of my girl.â
The tension flows out of my body at the sound of Silasâs voice. I turn around to see him walking up to us, his eyes on mine. He wraps his arm around my waist and leans over me, roughly yanking Calebâs fingers away.
âIâve warned you once. I wonât warn you again,â he says, his voice soft. It looks like heâs holding Calebâs hand with considerable force before he pushes it away, and I notice the way Caleb clenches and unclenches his fist, as though his hand is hurting.
Caleb looks at me, distraught. âYouâre not seriously dating this guy, are you?â
I nod and turn in Silasâs embrace, pressing my body against his. I rise to my tiptoes and press a quick, nervous kiss to the edge of his mouth, not quite on his cheek, yet not on his lips either. âYouâre late,â I say, my voice trembling just a little. What is he doing here?
Silas looks into my eyes, his intense gaze making my heart skip a beat. I almost stop breathing when his free hand slides up my back and into my hair. He cups the back of my head, his touch possessive. âIâm sorry, baby. My seminar ran longer than it should have.â He tips his head toward Caleb, a questioning look in his eyes. âIs this guy giving you any trouble?â
I hesitate, wanting to say yes, but knowing that I canât. Silas has so much on his plate already. Thereâs no way I can add to it. Besides, I donât want to be the kind of girl that needs help from a guy. I can deal with this myself. âNot at all.â
He nods and glances back at Caleb. I follow his gaze to find Caleb staring at the two of us, his eyes dark with jealousy. He throws me a venomous look before he turns and walks away, his demeanor spelling trouble. I sigh and drop my forehead to Silasâs chest, enjoying the way heâs holding me.
Itâs insane, and I know this is all fake, but Calebâs behavior is granting me moments with Silas Iâd otherwise never have. âWhat are you doing here?â I murmur against his hoodie.
âSomething about our conversation yesterday didnât sit well with me, and I wanted to come see you at school, just to make sure you really were okay. As expected, that guy is still pursuing you, and it doesnât look like heâs going to give up anytime soon. I thought being seen with your alleged boyfriend might make him back off.â
He smiles at me in a way he never has before, and I canât help but smile back. âYou didnât need to do that for me,â I murmur. My school is really far from the shelter, and I canât imagine how long it mustâve taken him to get here.
âItâs okay,â he says, the back of his fingers brushing over my cheek tenderly. I swallow hard at his touch. Itâs strangely intimate. I know I should step out of his embrace, but I want more of this. Iâm not ready to let go of this fantasy. âYour school is pretty close to Astor College.â
I gasp, my eyes widening. âYou go to Astor College?â Itâs the best school in this state, and itâs my dream college. Itâs not easy to get into Astor College, and because itâs a prestigious private school, itâs insanely expensive too. I canât even imagine how high his student loans must be.
âI do. I study Computer Science. Their programme is among the best in the country, and Iâve always wanted to go there. Some days itâs still surreal to me, to be honest.â
Silas lets go of me and takes a step back. I sigh, missing his touch already. The way he smirks at me makes me suspect that he realizes how I feel about him, but thankfully he isnât teasing me.
âLet me drive you back,â I murmur, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Silas glances at the car behind me and nods. My dad bought me a Porsche for my sixteenth birthday, and at the time I loved the car, but now that Iâm standing in front of Silas, it seems pretentious and shameful. I hesitate for a moment, and then I hand him the keys. âActually, why donât you drive?â
He looks at me the way he does sometimes. Over the last couple of weeks, Iâve managed to decipher the looks he throws my way. Heâs trying to figure out if this is a pity move or not. âSi,â I murmur. âIâve only been driving for a couple of months, and I donât want you to judge my driving. You just drive.â
He smiles then, and I breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers curl around the keys. He walks around the car and holds the passenger door open for me, surprising me. I donât think anyone has ever done that for me before.
Iâm nervous as he gets behind the wheel. Itâs silly, but Iâve never been in a car with a guy I like. I frown when he adjusts the seat and mirrors with ease. It took me ages to figure out what all the buttons did, and where they even were. âYou seem really familiar with my car,â I murmur, surprised.
He smiles at me. âI used to have a Porsche 911 myself. Itâs a good car.â
I blink in surprise. âWhat?â
Silas glances at me as he reverses out. âAlanna⦠I grew up really rich. My father was the founder of a popular hedge fund.â
I nod, surprised. âI see⦠but then how⦠I meanâ¦â
âI donât know,â he says, his tone strained. âIâm sure something dodgy went down when my father passed away. Thereâs no way he wouldnât have had a proper estate plan. He wouldnât have cut both my brother and me out of his will, and his will couldnât have been as simple as it was, but I canât prove that. I couldnât then, and I still canât now. One day, Iâll regain everything I lost, but until then, Iâm biding my time, studying as hard as I can and working my way up the only way I can. Iâm in no position to forcibly take back whatâs mine, but one day I will be.â
I nod at him. âI have no doubt,â I tell him. âYouâre going to do amazing things, Silas.â
He smiles at me. âSo will you, Alanna. I know it probably isnât easy for you right now. You may not have said much, but I was sixteen just a few years ago, and I have a pretty good idea how much of an asshole that kid must be. Always remember the bigger picture, okay? Donât get into silly fights, and donât let him get to you. If you need help, just ask me, all right?â
I nod, refusing to voice the words. I canât promise him anything. I donât want to rely on Silas. I donât want to be another burden to him. Iâll take care of Caleb myself.