SpainXReader: Jealousy (Part4)

You hastily rubbed away the salty tears that betrayed your (Color) eyes; you were not having a good day.
Well, this morning in the World Academy, your mouth was agape at the sight of your vandalized locker. The long red locker was indented roughly, as if it was smashed with a metal device, a crowbar maybe. Incoherent penmanship was scribbled all over the once rosy gleaming locker, vulgar words and names of you were littered all over and a rough doodle of you with horns, tongue stuck out and fangs was in the middle. This was new to you, you took a closer look on one particular scribble, and you tried to make out the words,
“Ur in 4 it!”
You turned to inform the authorities about this but the loud clinging bell pierced your ears, oh great timing. Best, tell the principal about the violation after your exam.
Then during your exam which you studied so hard for, your instructor made you all rise and get checked seeing as the Test Key was missing. Each of your classmates stood to show their bags and pockets and was clean. Confident you zipped your back pack open, which was a bad idea cause there lay the valued folder, the Test Key. You grew numb in shock as your brain stopped functioning when it should, you had no idea how it got in there. Your teacher was shocked as well; she trusted you and you were the last she suspected to have taken the Test Key. You tried to explain desperately that you seriously didn’t know how it got in your pack. “To see is to believe” that’s the mentality everyone had, and there was evidence clear as day. Helpless, you were compelled to get a fail.

You continued to stride towards the soccer field where you knew your boyfriend was having the morning training. The next hour, you’d be sent to the Principal’s Office since he had appointments lined up and your next. The minor yet dreadful scheme which was set on you was a classic but it still affected you greatly. Your grades, your reputation, your social circle, and your self-esteem, they were all at stake. It was unfair, you spent sleepless nights for that exam and you got accused for cheating! You didn’t take the answer keys, you really didn’t. The vile plan must have been carefully constructed, but by who?  Your phone was bombarded with brash texts and missed calls from unknown ID callers. You caught a glimpse of the sickening, victorious smirks of familiar Carriedo ‘female friends’ along the way out the building—there was your answer of ‘who?’. Surely it was them who planned to ruin your day and possibly get you suspended, you suspected. Maybe they wanted Antonio for themselves. Maybe the accusation would lead you both to a break up. Or they just simply hated you? For what really? Nothing!
Yet again, you were helpless and you held no evidence.
Intentional harsh bumps and fallacious whispers fenced you on the walk to the soccer field. Crude comments were being thrown viciously straight to your face as you passed,
“Tss… it’s unfair, we all studied and she cheated.”
“I thought she was… nice…well, I guess that’s the real her.”
“Isn’t she with Antonio?”
“I don’t know, I don’t see them together much, maybe they broke up?”
“Possibly, maybe Antonio saw her true nature and now it’s being revealed to us as well…”
“I pity her; she looks like she doesn’t even know what’s going on.”
“Wolf in sheep’s clothing, so they say.”
You held in the tears and did not flinch at the varied critiques, would the brunette Spaniard believe them? You broke into a run needing your crying shoulder and solace. A tear leaked its way to your cheek as you neared the field, feet treading on the soft grass. You were stupefied at what was happening, you never dreamed of this happening to you. Yesterday you were fine, you had an oblivious boyfriend, you had friends, and the next day everyone hated you, and friends doubted you for something you did not do!
Fortunately, the team had just finished their training session and you soon spotted the dressed, smiling Spanish player. Gratefully, you made your way towards him but you were too late, he had ‘company’…female ‘company’. Its seems the cheering team practiced the same time the players did, from where you stood you could see the horrid uniformed cheer girls squealing on how good he did at the game. The Spaniard chuckled flattered, and began a seemingly jovial conversation with them, completely unaware of your distressed being gaping at the scene of touchy cheer girls getting there polished nails all over your cheery boyfriend.
Your hands compressed tightly into a fist, why now?  You barred your teeth furiously while salty liquid ran a small river down your cheeks. Sharply turning away you blindly ran to wherever your feet lead, leaving the ignorant Spaniard with ‘his girls’. (Color) locks clung to your face as you kept running, bumping and tripping a few times not caring about the irritated yells being flung at you. You abandoned your first problem for this one hurt all the more. When will the Spaniard open his blind eyes? Your pain was above all inflicted by him!
You suddenly fell backwards colliding with someone, a male. He grunted getting up, rubbing a mess of white hair, Gilbert. You found yourself in the dusky basement with the Prussian surprisingly.  Scrambling up and muttering apologies, you assisted him into his crutch; he struggled less than before you noticed.
“Watch it fraulein! Zhat was un-awesome.”
The scowl on his features slowly dissolved into uncertainty when he saw you and your shaking figure with eyes to the floor. The Prussian was looking for Gilbird under the dim light of the basement, again, and eventually you ran into him. He instantly knew why you were like this, rumors spread dangerously like wildfire. Indeed, he had heard ‘bout ‘your dishonorable act’ but knowing you for some time—he did not believe the fraudulent sayings.
You couldn’t stop the wave of tears and anguish that now drowned you as you buried your face into your shaking hands, sobbing. The arrogant boy in front of you was unnerved inside, what do those superstars do in movies when their friends were like this? My, he did not expect this at all. Scratching his white-locked head he inexpertly stretched his hand forward landing it on your trembling shoulder. You quietly gasped as you gradually looked up to see unsure ruby eyes underneath furrowed eyebrows. Though the light was dim, you could see the tentative expression he wore as he leaned into his crutch a bit more.
“We all,” there was a pause before he continued,
“We all should be un-awesome atz one point before being awesome again…?”
He offered uncertainly, you felt some weight in your shoulders roll off at the doubtful solace of the albino which you did not anticipate.  Fresh tears sprung at your eyes as you lunged at him burying your head into his shoulder, weeping bitterly. Taken aback Gilbert balances himself on his crutch before freezing. Fine, he’ll let you have your way again, he awkwardly keeps silent as he pats your back while you vented out ‘everything’ within tears and choppy words.