𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 7
[real life]
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most of the time your body knew before you mind did. something was different, something had changed.
"hey, do you feel that?" alessia asked aria as they lined up at the cafeteria.
"feel what?"
"i dont know.. i feel like people are staring.." she murmured.
"maybe its because we're so gorgeous" aria said tossing her smooth hair over her shoulder.
"after all, you are school captian"
alessia sighed, "maybe im just being paranoid-"

"what the hell?"
alessia turned around only to find madison storming towards them. her eyes narrowed.
"is there something you want to say to my face?" she asked accusingly.
"what?" alessia replied confused. was this about the notes? had she not given them to her fast enough?.

"i thought you were nice" she continued, making sure to speak louder.
"and even if you did have a problem with me, you could've just told me in private before you told everyone" a hush fell over the room, heads turning to watch the noise.

"i dont know whats going on" alessia told her, half pleading. she hated it so much when people were mad at her.
"im sure its just a misunderstanding-"
"yeah sure." she rolled her eyes. "are you really going to pretend it wasn't you?"
"hey" aria snaps, stepping in front of alessia.

"don't be mad" alessia wanted to say, as pathetic as it sounded. because it might have been madison standing there now, but in her head it was someone else. footsteps storming in the kitchen and then the slam of a door. thats what happened when people got angry. they leave. permanently, and they forget you, and there was no going back.

"did you or did you not write this" madison shoved her phone in alessias face. her heart drops. she recognized every word. because she did write it.

If you're gonna steal someone's
project and act like it's all yours,
could you not show it off like you
actually did the work? when did
science suddenly become your
thing? or any subject, really?
you're always texting, and shopping
online during class, and then
you think you can just steal my
work when it's time to turn in
assignments? just because I
didn't call you out right then
doesn't mean I didn't see what
you were up to.

"it... it shouldn't be there" she whispered, her whole body feeling numb. the email was supposed to be for her eyes only, sitting in her drafts. but for some reason her draft was sent out, via reply all. which meant that everyone included in the original email; the entire grade, would've received it.

however, a new possibility dawned on her. her heart stops as the crowd shifts and the last person she wanted to see at that moment made their way through the crowd. chris.

"alessia" he said her name like it was poison. "come with me"

she didn't even want to follow, but she did anyways. it was better than being yelled at in front of the entire grade.

chris finally stopped after a while. they were a good distance away from the cafeteria, so nobody else was around.

"how long have you been planning this?" he asked.
alessia wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.
"there were forty-five emails addressed to me; the earliest dating back to 9 years ago"
"you read all of them?" alessia asked. "i.. how?"
"you're asking me? you were the one who sent them. imagine how surprised i was when i opened my inbox to find dozens of emails from you!?" alessia just stood there. frozen.
"no.. no.." she kept repeating to herself as if it could change the reality.

"what's the point of this? where you saving them up for the right moment to attack?" he asked.
"i wasn't.."
"you weren't what?" and unlike madison he actually decided to wait for her to answer.
"i didn't mean to send those emails, i swear. you have to believe me. you were never supposed to get them"
"i believe you" he said after what felt like years of silence.

alessia was so surprised she could barely speak. "you..do?"

"i believe that you never wanted anyone to see them" he folded his arms across his chest, his face dark and hostile.

"because why would you go against your good student reputation, right? you could never be that brave" he said scoffing. "you're way too fake."

alessia freezes. "you think i'm fake?"

chris rolled his eyes "you go around smiling and acting all perfect like some kinda angel and then you go behind their backs and write little emails about how much you hate my guts"

"it's called being nice." she cut in
"no it's being fake"

she can feel her eyes begin to blur up, blinking furiously to force it away. she wouldn't cry in front of him. "you can't accuse me of being fake for having basic manners" she shot back.

any other day alessia would've stopped there but she decided there was no point because chris already knew what she thought of him.

"i know you don't care about anyone except yourself, and i know you can get away with it because you're you, but not all of us are built like that."

for a second, something flashed over his face. maybe she had gone too far?

"i'm sorry.. i didn't mean to hurt you" she whispered but it was as if a switch was flicked. his smug smile appearing on his face again.

"hurt me?" he laughed. "you aren't capable of hurting me. also do you even remember what you wrote?"

a warning sign flashed in her mind but she was frozen.

"you wrote an entire email about how my eyes were too blue and bright to look at, how my gaze was too intense and you couldn't hold it without getting overwhelmed.." he continued making sure to stare right into her eyes.

alessias always hated chris perfect memory but she hated it even more at this moment.
"stop" she trys to say. but he wouldn't listen to her

"you know what?" he smirks, "i think your obsessed with me alessia madison.

"go away" she hissed
" you don't have to be embarrassed" he continued in his mocking voice.
"god just leave me alone. i am so sick of you!"
"don't worry, i was already planning on leaving"

maybe it wasn't that bad, she fumbled for her phone and clicked onto the emails; opening one of the first ones she ever wrote

your a lier chris sturniolo!
how dare you take the last gold stickre wen you didnt even deserve it !!!!! i was the won who won that contest. not you!! i will make you regret this, just you wait.

she squeezed her eyes shut. considering if she should just leave the country and fly to australia.

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i had an emotional breakdown after this. sigh.

- grace