Dying in silence

Fontana’s Pov

He stared at me for some minutes before he scoffed.

“Why are you here”he grumbled.

Geeez…

“I’m here to have my lunch which is quite obvious”I replied.

I don’t know but whenever I’m with this guy, it seems all the timid act in me disappear.

“And why must it be here?”he asked.

“Because this is where I always sit, dummy”I rolled my eyes.

“And besides, what are you doing here?”I asked.

Gosh!

I’m talking more than expected.

“That’s because I want a quiet place to cool down my head”he said angrily.

“Is your head hot?”I asked and he grunted.

“Oh, God…, please, can you just leave?”he said rudely and I just stared at him.

“Alright, fine, I have a lot going on in my head”he snorted.

“So, will you leave now?”he added.

I ignored his question and sat down.

“What?, you’re not going?!”he scoffed.

He brought his face closer to me and stare at my eyes.

At first, I was lost in his gray eyes and I suddenly felt shy.

I looked away and quickly reply his question.

“Of course, I don’t have an option”

He didn’t move his face away and that made me turn to him.

“Move back a bit, you don’t want to kiss me, do you?”I asked and he scoffed.

“I won’t even dream about that”he replied and took his face away.

Now, that hurts.

I’m I that bad?

Wait, since when did I care about my looks?

I opened my plate i started munching on my food.

“Gosh!”I heard him muttered and then, he continued eating..

Suddenly, today events started flowing inside my head and I didn’t know when I started saying it out unconsciously.

“Why would you even ask me to drop your bag in the class when it’s not as if you don’t have hand”

I found my self in front of Perla as she handed her bag to me.

“I can’t take this!, go drop it yourself!”I almost yelled.

The ghost guy suddenly dropped his spoon and he looked up at me.

“What the heck are you doing?”he frowned at me but my mind wasn’t focus on him at all.

“I am not your slave which you can order around”I pointed my finger at her.

“Stop pointing your finger at me, I hate it”she said.

“Oh, really?, then try taking it down”I replied.

In a swift move, my finger was spanked with a spoon.

What?

Ouch!..

My eyes cleared up and I found the ghost guy infront of me.

Again?

“What do you think you’re doing?”I asked angrily.

“Doing what you said I should do”he replied.

“Me, are you crazy?”I asked.

“Of course, you are talking gibberish and you even permitted me to take your finger down if I can”

“You’re nuts, I didn’t even say anything, I was busy with my food”I blurted out.

“Eish!… just stop it okay!, I don’t know why I have to encounter someone like you”he looked at me repugnantly and stood up with his tray.

The bell rang almost immediately and he left.

That jerk!

I also stood up and went to drop my plate then head to where I bought what the guy sitting beside me has sent me.

On my way to class, I heard my name and I turned around to have a look and….

God, not again!

“Who owns that”she pointed to the box of juice and sausage that is in my hand as she walked towards me.

“M… my… my seatmate”I replied and bowed my head.

“Can I have a look at that?”she asked and I raised my head to look at her.

“Huh?”I asked hoping I didn’t heard her right.

“I said can I have a look?”she stretched her hand.

“B.. but this… is.. n… ot for me”I tried to explain.

“You mentioned that a while ago”she cuts in.

I sighed and proffered the box of juice to her and then, the sausage.

She collected it from me and smirked.

“Now go to the class, little girl”she said and I scoffed.

“Bu.. tt, I …..”I stuttered nervously.

She glared at me before leaving.

Oh God.

That’s Cassie, she’s the one that decanted water on my desk.

Gosh!

I marched to the class angrily and there I met the guy.

I sat down and he turned to look at me.

“Uh.. uhh, where’s what I asked you to buy for me?”

Mama mercy!

How I’m I going to tell him.

“A.. ctually…, I bought the stuff but.. but someone kinda took it from me”I explained.

He stared at me with no expression and then he turned, facing the board.

“And I was waiting for it desperately, that’s okay”he said calmly.

Oh, my!

I sighed in relief.

The teacher came in and the class began.

*

I packed all my textbook and shoved it in my bag then zipped it up.

“I’ll get going now”the guy beside me said and left even before I would reply him.

Geez.

I carried my bag and walked out.

As I arrived in the lobby, I could see the ghost guy from afar as girls hovered around him.

Gosh!

“Can I have your number?”I heard a girl asked as I walked past them.

I finally got outside and I headed to the lots.

I found my driver and as soon as he sighted me, he opened the car door and I stepped in.

Then, he also entered the driver’s seat, ignited the engine and drove out of the school compound.

Fontana’s Pov

The driver drove into the mansion and parked the car in the lots.

I tried opening the door but it was locked.

“Permit me to open it for you ma’am”he said and got down.

He moved to the backseat and opened the door for me.

Now, I felt uncomfortable.

I started walking to the house, different maids rushed out of the house then came to me.

“Good afternoon, ma’am”

“Good afternoon miss, I will take your bag”

“Good afternoon, miss”

Different voice said and I sighed.

Gosh!

I slapped my palm on my forehead.

I allowed them take my bag and then I walked to the mansion with them trailing behind me.

The guards at the door bowed and one of them opened the door for me.

“Gosh, I’m not a baby”I scoffed and he chuckled then I entered.

“Oh, my!”

“Honey, Fontana is home…”

Mom shouted and ran towards me.

She pulled me into her arms and kissed my neck passionately.

“Baby…, why didn’t you take some guards with you to school”she said as she released from the hug.

“Nothing is gonna happen, Mom. I’m really fine, it’s not as if I just started school”I explained and kissed her forehead.

“Anything can happen, Ana”I heard dad’s voice and I looked up to see him descending the stairs.

“What’s with you and those glasses?, Fontana, I’ve told you several times you’re different from others, you are the daughter of the richest man in the world so you should dress classically”Dad bragged.

“I… I just don’t like being famous, I can’t handle it”I replied and he scoffed.

“Samantha”he called and my personal maid came running to us.

“Sir?”

“Give Ana a cool bath, we are both going for an interview”

What?

“Oh, no, no, no, Dad.. I.. can’t…”

“You’re going to be just fine, pumpkin, just an interview and trust me you will get use to been famous very soon”Dad said and left.

Ugh!

I gave Mom a look, she understood it so she shook her head.

Geez..

“It’s going to be fine, Fontana. Besides, I also hate the fact you haven’t show your face to the media”Mom cajoled.

“I don’t want to show my face, at least not yet”I folded my arms and she shook her head.

“Your father have decided and is decision is the final”Mom said and kissed my forehead then, she left.

Ugh!

I sent my hand in my hair frustratingly.

“We should go now, miss”Samantha came to me and collect the bag from the maids then led the way to my room.

We took the stairs and turned to the direction of the second corridor.

We got to my room, my name was boldly written on the white door with gold metal.

Sam opened the room and paced way for me to enter.

“Stop doing that, it’s pretty uncomfortable”I said repugnantly and entered.

I collapsed on my bed and I released a soft breathe as the soft matress made contact with my body.

My phone kept chiming on the light stand table and I wonder why.

I’m not the type to receive much messages.

It’s got unbearable that I have to cover my head with a pillow.

“I will go prepare your bath”Samantha said and entered the bathroom.

Goodness!

I sat up and grabbed my phone from the table, deciding to check the message.

What the heck?

300 messages.

Just then, my phone chimes.

Another incoming message!

What?

I clicked on one of the message..

*Miss Fontana, we will like to have an interview with you*the message reads and my eyes widened.

Who leaked my name and number?

I clicked on another one.

*We will love to have you as our brand model*it reads.

I clicked on another one and so I went on clicking on the messages.

*We want you to be our runaway bride for the month*

*Just an interview, miss Fontana, I will love to have you in my show*

*Oh my Gee… please can I have your Instagram number?”

*I will really love to see your face, I’m sure you are darn cute!”

*Ahh, please show your face to us*

*Wow!.. please tell us your Instagram number*

*I’m sure you will be damn pretty*

*Goodness Lord, please tell us your Instagram number*

Aish!

I threw the phone on the bed angrily.

I’m sure this is dad’s handwork.

Samantha came out of the bathroom and bowed.

“You should take your bath now”

I rolled my eyes at her before standing up.

I know exactly what to do.

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