YOU'LL REGRET THIS, MARCO!
Elena's POV
I got ready, had breakfast, and as always Jaiz greeted me dramatically. Then we got into my car and left for school. I told Jaiz everything from last night. Don't know why this idiot kept shipping me with that jerk in a teasing tone. I gave her a sharp look and said, "Do you want me to throw you out of this moving car?" She shut up but kept laughing with her hand over her mouth. I ignored her and focused on driving.
At school I looked for Mike. Of course he still hadn't come. Ugh — he's dead meat when I see him.
Then I saw that jerk — Adrian Marco. I told Jaiz, "Go to class, I'll be there in a minute." Jaiz left and I walked straight up to that grumpy guy. Because there were people around, I took him to an empty spot.
To scare him, I pressed him against the wall, put one hand beside his head on the wall, and asked him about last night. He kept giving me the same answers.
Then I remembered something — when I was drunk, someone leaned over me; I saw someone coming in my blurred vision. I couldn't scream; my voice wouldn't come out. Then I blacked out. So I asked him, seriously, "What did you do to me in the club?"
He paused for a few seconds. Then he flipped me around and pinned me to the wall, putting one of my hands against the wall and his other hand near my head.
Oh no… my heart started pounding. What is he doing? Then he said, "Listen, Collins, you might be everyone's favorite — the famous spoiled 'Miss Collins' that this whole school worships." He came closer. I felt a little scared for some reason. He continued, "But I don't care who you are. Stay away from me. I don't like you. Got it?"
Then he walked away.
Huh! Seriously. First he tried to kiss me and now he threatens me and walks off.
YOU'LL REGRET THIS, MARCO.
I went into class in a very bad, irritated mood. Ugh — I still have to sit with that asshole today. Great.
Doesn't matter, I know exactly how to deal with him. For now, I ignored him and sat at my seat. Then Mike came over, sounding a little scared — maybe Jaiz already told him how furious I was.
"H…e…y… E…le…n…a…" he stammered.
I gave him a very sharp look, signaling him to wait until class was over or else he's dead.
When class finally ended, I grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the corridor, with Jaiz following behind. I asked him about last night. Mike explained everything. Jaiz was there too.
I told him he should never have left me with that asshole. What if he had done something bad to me?
Mike said, "Huh?! What did he do??"
Jaiz shouted, "What did he do??!"
They said in unison
How would I know? I was unconscious, idiots.
It's all your fault. If Jaiz hadn't insisted on going to the club and Mike hadn't left me alone…
Mike: "I told you I was coming! I didn't know my bike would run out of fuel halfway!"
Jaiz: "Yeah, that's true."
I gave them both a sharp look and walked away toward the cafeteria. While texting someone, I typed:
"Any news? Give me updates fast about him!"
After that message, I went back to class. Mike and Jaiz followed behind me as usual. Our next period was English with Ms. Fiona. She asked everyone to introduce themselves as the batch was new, and when it was my turn, she smiled and said jokingly,
"Oh please, everyone already knows who you are, Ms. Collins—no need for an introduction."
The class chuckled, but a few girls gave me those typical jealous expressions.
Mike and Jaiz couldn't stop laughing, while I just rolled my eyes and smiled faintly.
After English, a few more classes passed, and finally—lunch break.
We walked toward the cafeteria together. As always, the hallway cleared when I entered; boys moved aside, pretending to be busy, while secretly staring.
I sat at our usual table, scrolling through my phone, waiting for a message.
Just then—
Unknown Contact:
"I've sent you all the details about Adrian Marco—where he went, who he met, and his recent updates.
But I couldn't find what exactly happened in the club last night."
I sighed, typing back quickly—
"Ughh, you're useless. I'll handle it myself."
Then I locked my phone, forcing a smile as Jaiz cracked another stupid joke about Ms. Fiona's outfit, and Mike almost choked on his drink.
For a moment, I laughed too… but somewhere in my mind, one name kept echoing—
Adrian Marco.
Adrian's POV:
I walked away from that empty place — that stupid girl is impossible to understand.
I sat down on my bench and tried to focus on my work. After a while, that irritating girl came and sat beside me. Of course, I ignored her and surprisingly, she did the same.
Well… good for me. At least she finally understood something.
But maybe… I said a bit too much earlier.
Never mind, Adrian. You're not trying to impress her anyway.
Soon, our English teacher, Ms. Fiona, came in, and the class began. One by one, all the other classes also went by.
Then came lunch break. As usual, I met Tyler in the cafeteria, and we started talking while eating.
Suddenly, my phone rang — an unknown number.
I answered, "Hello?"
A low voice replied, "Hello, Mr. Marco… I need to tell you something."
I frowned. "Who is this? What do you want?"
The voice said, "She's awake."
And before I could say anything else, the call ended.
I didn't tell Tyler about it. I knew if I did, he'd insist on coming with me.
So I just said, "Tyler…"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"I have something important to do after school. I won't be going home with you today."
He shrugged. "Cool, no problem."
After lunch, I went to keep my tray back. The same unknown number called again.
This time, I stepped near the storeroom and answered quietly.
"She doesn't want to see you," the voice said.
I clenched my jaw. "But I need to talk to her," I said, frustration clear in my tone.
"Can you please let me talk to her right now… just once ?" I pleaded.
The voice paused, then said, "Not now. Maybe later… They won't let you meet her right now."
"Please… just once," I whispered.
But the call ended abruptly.
Frustrated, I slammed my fist against the wall beside me.
Later, after the afternoon classes, I drove out of the city — to a hospital.
As soon as I entered, I walked to the receptionist.
"Which ward is Olivia Addison in?" I asked.
She replied, "Ward 32."
I ran up the stairs since the lift was crowded. But outside the ward stood two guards. A man and a woman came out just then — and the man's eyes widened when he saw me.
He grabbed my collar. "My daughter is in this condition because of you!" "you bastard!" he shouted angrily.
"Get out of here! Stay away from her!"
"Sir, please," I said desperately, "I wasn't the one who hurt her. I was just trying to help Olivia… please, let me meet her once."
He snapped, "Guards! Don't let this boy inside!"
"Please, sir," I almost begged, my voice trembling, "just once… I need to see her…"
His grip on my collar tightened. "Get lost, or I swear I'll make you regret it."
Tears threatened to spill, but before anything could happen, the woman beside him — eyes filled with tears — softly said,
"Please… just go for now."
I nodded slowly, stepped back, and turned away.
As I walked down the hallway, something caught my attention — a familiar pair of heels clicking against the floor.
Heels I knew too well.