Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 80: Two Weeks Of Silence

Chapter 80: Two Weeks Of Silence

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Doubt by Twenty-one Pilots)

"How do you know her older brother?"

Alex’s hands flexed around the steering wheel, knuckles still white.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he kept his eyes on Kathrine and the guy—her brother—who was now adjusting the helmet on his head, completely at ease on her bike.

Something about Alex’s reaction felt... off.

Like he wasn’t just familiar with this guy.

Like he was wary of him.

Or maybe even afraid.

"Alex," I pressed, my voice lower now. "How do you know her older brother?"

Alex finally turned to look at me, but his expression was unreadable.

"You don’t want to know," he said flatly.

I scowled. "That’s not an answer."

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before muttering under his breath, "Just leave it alone, Glyn."

That only made me more suspicious.

I turned my attention back to Kathrine and her brother, watching as she leaned against her bike, arms crossed, listening to whatever he was saying.

I couldn’t hear anything from inside the car, but I could see the way she tilted her head slightly, the way her brows furrowed like she was considering something.

Then, to my complete shock—

She smirked.

It wasn’t her usual, lazy smirk.

It was different.

Sharper. Amused.

Like she knew something the rest of us didn’t.

The guy—her brother—laughed at whatever she said before revving the engine. The deep, rumbling sound echoed across the lot.

And then—without another word—he sped off.

Kathrine watched him go, her expression unreadable again.

Then she turned on her heel and walked toward her usual group.

I waited.

Waited for her to glance at me.

Waited for her to acknowledge me.

Waited for anything.

But she didn’t.

She walked right past Alex’s car, right past where I was sitting, and didn’t even spare me a glance.

Like I didn’t exist.

Like I wasn’t even worth looking at.

A sharp, bitter pang shot through my chest.

I clenched my fists.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of nothing, and now this?

She had time to hang out with her stupid little group. She had time to talk to her brother. She had time to smirk, to laugh, to look completely fucking fine—

But she didn’t have time for me?

I swallowed hard, shoving down the awful, twisted feeling curling in my stomach.

I felt sick.

Used.

Discarded.

I hated it.

Alex shifted beside me.

I could feel his eyes on me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

But he didn’t say anything.

Didn’t offer any fake comfort.

And I was grateful for that.

Because right now?

I didn’t want comfort.

I wanted answers.

Okay, I was lying.

———-

The school day had been over for a while, and right now, I was in her room, waiting for her to get home. She had to wait for her dad to pick her up since her brother had taken her bike to a mechanic or so I heard her say to Brandon.

I shouldn’t be here.

It was stupid.

It was reckless.

But none of that stopped me from sitting on the edge of her bed, hands gripping the comforter, waiting for her to come back home.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of Kathrine pretending I didn’t exist.

Two weeks of her only hanging out with her little friend group or Savannah.

Two weeks of her not even sparing me a glance.

And I let her.

Because what else could I do?

I couldn’t go up to her in the middle of school and demand she talk to me. I could not tell her to stop ignoring me. I couldn’t even bully her anymore because Alex had called off his attacks, and I wasn’t going to do it alone.

I was a coward. I knew it.

But now?

Now, I was here.

In her room.

And she wouldn’t be able to ignore me this time.

My friends didn’t even know about us.

Not that there was an us.

Not anymore.

Not when she had spent the last two weeks treating me like a ghost.

I exhaled sharply, glancing around her room, trying to ignore the way my stomach twisted.

Her scent was everywhere.

It was unbearable.

I caught sight of her nightstand and noticed a book sitting there. I picked it up and flipped it over, reading the title.

A war novel. Something dark. Something about vengeance and blood.

Of course.

I let out a quiet snort and tossed it back down.

My fingers itched for my phone, but I forced myself not to check it again.

I had already done that a hundred times.

No messages.

No updates.

Nothing from her.

Not that I expected anything.

My hands clenched into fists.

I hated this.

Hated the way she had so easily pushed me away.

Hated the way she had treated me like I was the one who had done something wrong.

Hated that I was here, waiting for her, like an idiot.

Then—

The sound of a car pulling up outside.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

Footsteps.

The rustling of keys.

The doorknob turned.

I barely had time to straighten before the door swung open, and there she was.

Kathrine.

She froze in the doorway, eyes locking onto mine, expression unreadable.

I stared back, waiting.

Waiting for something.

But she just sighed, stepped inside, and shut the door behind her.

Like I wasn’t even here.

The rest of the morning felt like I was walking through a fog.

A thick, suffocating haze of emotions I didn’t even know how to process.

Alex didn’t talk much after what happened in the parking lot. He seemed... distracted. Tense. Every time I glanced at him, he had this faraway look, like he was thinking about something—or someone—he didn’t want to.

It pissed me off.

Because he knew something about Kathrine that I didn’t.

Because he wasn’t being ignored by her like he didn’t fucking exist.

Because he wasn’t the one being discarded.

I clenched my teeth as we walked through the halls, the usual noise of students, lockers slamming, and distant chatter buzzing around us.

And then, just as we rounded the corner—

I saw her.

Kathrine.

Leaning against a row of lockers, arms crossed over her chest, eyes locked onto Savannah as if she was the only person in the world.

Savannah, of course, was eating it up. She was laughing at something Kathrine said, twirling a strand of her dyed red hair around her finger.

The sight made something twist inside me.

Not jealousy.

No.

It wasn’t jealousy.

It was rage.

Kathrine had ignored me for two whole weeks.

Two weeks of not looking at me, not speaking to me, not even acknowledging that I existed.

And yet, she had all the time in the world for Savannah?

I hated her.

I hated her.

"Hey," Alex murmured beside me, voice quiet.

I barely heard him over the rush of blood in my ears.

He must’ve noticed because he grabbed my wrist, stopping me in place before I could do something stupid.

"Don’t," he said simply.

I yanked my arm away. "Don’t what, Alex?"

"Don’t make a scene."

I scoffed. "A scene?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Is that what you think I’m about to do?"

Alex gave me a look. A knowing look. The kind that made me want to punch him in the face.

I inhaled sharply and turned my attention back to Kathrine.

She still hadn’t noticed me.

Or if she had, she just didn’t care.

Whatever.

I forced myself to look away, to focus on anything else.

That’s when I spotted my group a few lockers down.

Lana, Hunter, and Elijah.

They were talking about something, but as soon as Lana saw me, her eyes widened.

"Oh my God," she whispered dramatically as I approached. "Have you heard?"

I frowned. "Heard what?"

Hunter and Elijah exchanged a look.

That didn’t sit right with me.

"You guys are being weird," I said, crossing my arms.

Lana bit her lip, then sighed, stepping in closer as if she didn’t want other people to overhear.

"I wasn’t sure if I should say anything," she murmured, "but you should probably know..."

I stared at her. "Know what, Lana?"

She hesitated for a second before finally saying, "People are saying that Kathrine and Savannah are dating."

My entire body was locked up.

The words slammed into me like a fist to the gut, knocking all the air from my lungs.

I stared at her, barely registering the concerned expression on her face.

"That’s bullshit," I said, my voice low and tight.

Lana lifted a shoulder. "I don’t know, Glyn. They have been spending a lot of time together. And you know how Savannah is—she loves making things seem bigger than they are."

I barely heard her.

The rumor itself didn’t even matter.

What mattered was that people were talking about it.

People believed it.

And Kathrine?

She wasn’t doing anything to stop it.

I felt sick.

I clenched my hands into fists, forcing my expression to stay neutral even as my chest felt like it was caving in.

I wouldn’t let them see me break.

I wouldn’t give Kathrine—or anyone else—the satisfaction.

I exhaled slowly, ignoring the burning behind my eyes.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t.

Kathrine could do whatever the hell she wanted.

She could spend all her time with Savannah.

She could pretend I didn’t exist.

She could spread whatever rumors she wanted.

But I wouldn’t let her see how much it affected me.

I wouldn’t let her win.

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