Boy With Love

CHAPTER TEN | PREGNANT NEWS…LITERALLY 

ARTHUR 

My sorrow turns into rage, rage like never before. 

As if in cue, Ciara staggers over, her usual blend of fashion with our boring uniform a bit too blander than usual. She looks like a mess, an absolute chaotic mess. 

Her brown hair looks like a bird is trying to build a house on it. She looks worse than a raccoon that was saved from drowning and for the first time since freshman year, she isn't on heels. 

I am not sure if I should be amused by her obvious disorientation or pity her for the disaster that has befallen her. 

Ciara looks like she is close to pulling her hair out, hitting her head on the wall, and just hurting herself till her head falls out of her body. 

Her gaze turns to meet my scrutinizing one, watching my form in pain. "It isn't mine I swear. It isn't my diary. I have never done any of those things in my life. Someone is framing me. Someone is…" Her body trembles so much that she stops talking, scratching her messy hair as if she's trying to get lice off it. 

"It is not my diary. It's not my fucking diary." She yells, bagging a random locker like it did something evil to her. 

Her frantic eyes land on Else and Luca, still making out for the hell of it. Ciara gasps, holding her chest as if she's in real pain.

Robotically, she walks over to them while I silently watch the interaction. "You fucking bitch." She yells as she practically rips Else off Luca. 

Deciding to intervene before Ciara kills Else, I get up on my shaky feet and run over to them as fast as my sweaty legs would let me. I stop Ciara from hitting Else in time. 

"What do you think you are doing, making out with my boyfriend? I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you." My sister yells, trashing in my hands. 

Luca helps Else up, his expression blank,unreadable and harsh. "Stop acting like a fucking lunatic, Ciara. We broke up." 

Else runs her hands through Luca's torso, wraps his hands around her while staring into Ciara's eyes. "Yeah, and we are together now." She says, an evil smirk etched on her face. 

Ciara trashes in my hand more, desperate to get out of my hold. "Let me go, you fucking bastard." 

My stomach drops, as the world feels like it has crumbled around me. "You don't have to rub it in my face, Ciara." I whisper solemnly. 

She freezes, inhales sharply as she strains her neck to look at me. "It isn't what you think. I'm being framed. I know I've been a horrible person in general but I would never do and write about those things the diary said. I would never…" she trails off, choking on her saliva. 

I release the hold I have on her and she turns to me, tears in her eyes .

"You would never but you did. The same way you claimed you'll never frame me? The same way you said you would never do anything to hurt Luca because you love him. You slept with a fucking teacher to ruin my fucking…fuck." I run my hands through my hair in an attempt to control the fury raging inside of me. 

"Luca," she mumbles, attempting to take hold of my hand but I jerk it away from her reach, making a hurt expression cover her face. "You have to believe me, Luca. I did no such thing. I didn't do shit. More than anyone else, you should know how much I work for my grades. I might be a cheerleader and a certified bitch but we both know I'm not dumb. Why would I decide to sleep with a teacher…no Luca. You're the smart one. Think about all this shit, it's a little too extreme, even for me." 

I shake my head in denial, my mouth screwing up unpleasantly. "I don't know you, Ciara. We're just two strangers that are unfortunately related." 

"And you," I point an accusing finger at Luca. "Was this the great plan you were yapping about? You were only dating her again to get your filthy hands on her dairy, weren't you? And you read the contents. You read the contents before distributing it to the whole damn school. You weren't decent enough to hide the fact that I'm a bastard away from them or at least, inform me about it. To think I thought you liked me. I can clearly see you for who you are now. A pauper that leeches off rich girls using his good looks. So what? Because you've done something terrible and know Ciara would be going down the drain, you rushed to the next available queen bee, right? Funny how you asked me on a date and pulled this shit right after." 

I see a flash of regret and sadness in Luca's eyes but it's gone in a flash and replaced with a malicious look. "Seems like delirium is a family thing because I would rather rip my eyes out than ask you on a date. I don't want you and I don't want your sister either. She is even worse than I imagined. Cheating on me like that. I'm not surprised though, the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. Since the mother is a whore, it's only…" 

I jump on him, landing a hard punch on his face. "Don't you fucking dare." 

Luca falls to the ground, holding his bleeding nose and groaning in pain. 

Else screams, running towards Luca and assessing the injury on his nose. "You are fucking crazy." She spits at me with a hate filled gaze. 

"You. You did this. You fucking did this to take my Luca away from me." Ciara suddenly snaps, staring at Else like she'd kill her if she could. 

"I didn't do shit, Ciara. It's not my fault that your diary revealed what an evil conniving bitch you are." Else replied, taking a fighting stance. 

Ciara smiles, pouting mockingly. "Tsk, how sad. Unfortunately, the diary failed to reveal that I'm pregnant and Luca Redington here is the father of my baby."