Priceless (A MIKA Fanfic) (Remake)

Chapter 15

The next day, my first lesson was Science. I sat down in my seat next to Mica, and I got my pencil case out of my bag and put it on the table. The teacher told one of the boys in the class to hand out the books, and when I got my book, I copied down the date and title from the board.

A few tables away from where Mica and I were sat, Jade and Emily were sat together giggling. They were huddled around Emily's phone, obviously laughing at something on it.

"What are they laughing at?" Mica asked, looking over at them.

"I don't know. Probably an online video or something." I said.

"Yeah, probably." Mica said, shaking his head at them.

Then the teacher got up from her desk and walked to the front of the classroom.

"Okay, class. Today we will be learning about the different ways that you can generate electricity. There are some questions on the board for you to answer, so complete them in your books." she told the class, then she sat back down in her chair.

As I was writing down the answers to the questions, a loud vibrating noise sounded throughout the entire classroom. Every single person in the class rummaged through their pockets to retrieve their phones, and they all began to laugh at whatever they had been sent that was so funny. It must have been hilarious, because there was nobody that wasn't laughing. Nobody that had been sent it, anyway. My phone hadn't vibrated, and neither had Mica's. It was probably because we weren't popular.

Then the girl sat in front of us suddenly turned round, and she showed us her phone.

"Is this a picture of you guys?" she asked, still laughing.

Mica and I looked at the picture on her phone, and I felt my heart stop. It was a picture of us kissing outside the main building, at break on Friday. The day that Mica asked me why I self harmed, and talked to me about it. I could tell that he was just as scared as I was, as he looked pale and had a panicked expression on his face.

"Where did you get that picture?" he whispered.

"Emily sent it to me. She saw you two kissing the other day, and she took a picture." the girl told him.

"Really?" Mica said, looking as if he desperately didn't want to believe it.

"Yeah. She said that you guys look awful together." she said, laughing again.

Then she turned back around, and she carried on talking to the other people on her table about the picture. I suddenly felt as if I was going to cry. Mica and I were trying to keep the fact that we were dating a secret, and Emily had just ruined it. We had thought that we were alone in that moment, and as if none of the bullies could hurt us, but that moment had just ended up being the very thing that hurt us.

I looked at Mica, who still appeared to be in shock from what had just happened. I wanted to talk to him about it, but I didn't dare to now that everyone was watching us. They knew about us, and they knew more than they were ever supposed to. So I didn't make any attempts to talk to him for the rest of the lesson.

At the end of the lesson, everyone was still looking at Mica and I. The bell went, and we made our way to the door, still surrounded by the other kids as they whispered to each other about us. When we got out of the classroom, Mica turned to me.

"Victoria?" he said, everyone's eyes still on him.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I. . .don't think I love you anymore." he confessed, looking down at the floor.

I suddenly felt an awful feeling of dread in my stomach, and I felt my throat tighten. The whispering of the other kids grew even louder, and I began to find it hard to breathe.

"What?" I whispered hoarsely.

"I said I don't love you anymore." Mica repeated.

I heard gasps from the people crowding around us, and the feeling of dread became more intense.

"But. . .I. . ." I began, tears forming in my eyes as I struggled to believe what I was hearing.

"I've thought about it, and I've realised that you're just pathetic. I just pretended to like you because I felt sorry for you. Who would even love the girl that doesn't speak anyway?" Mica said with a laugh.

I felt as if I was going to be sick. What was happening? Yesterday, this same boy had kissed me and told me that I was beautiful, and I thought that he had loved me. But today, it seemed as if he was an entirely different person. A hurtful person, who hated me like everyone at my school did.

"Mica. . ." I started, choking on my words and trying not to cry.

"I never want to see you again, okay? We're done." Mica told me, his voice getting angrier.

When he said those words, I felt my whole world come crashing down. Mica meant so much to me, and he was the reason for so many things. He was the reason that I could sometimes feel almost pretty, because he had told me that I was beautiful many times. He was the reason that I hadn't self harmed again, because he had made me promise not to do it again. And if I thought about it, he was also the reason that I was still alive. Because even though I wished I wasn't alive, I was still here, because I knew how much it would hurt him if I took my own life.

I didn't know why it hurt so much when he spoke those words, but now I knew.

Because he was the only person who had ever loved me, and now he hated me. Just like everyone else did. Just like everyone who ever cared about me eventually did.

"Okay." I whispered, tears beginning to pour down my cheeks.

Then I turned, and I walked away.