Starting Off Wrong [𝐠𝐱𝐠]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐: 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

I rub my eyes, praying class will be over now, but when I go to read the clock, I realize only three minutes has passed since I last read the clock.

I let my head fall on my desk in desperation. This class will absolutely be the death of me.

I feel better, telling Aurelia what's going on. It's not only about telling her who I really am, but revealing my big secret makes me feel like a huge weight has lifted off my shoulders. I feel so much more relaxed.

I always felt terrible knowing I committed arson, but I was also bewildered by Odette's attitude about the whole thing. She wasn't excited, but she didn't take it as a big deal either. It's not only this. You'd think someone who totaled a BMW would be kicking themselves, but not Odette. Odette stood there, smirking. She was smirking up until the point my parents told her she would have be attending boarding school. If I were my parents, I would have sent her to a psychiatric facility first.

I wonder who sent her the text.

While Aurelia walked me to class, she told me that the number who sent the strange message was unknown to her. I haven't received a call or a message from Odette yet with any follow up, even though I've sent her a few texts.

I had Aurelia wake me up, knowing I wouldn't be able to myself. She did what I asked, but begged me to skip class today. I now see her point.

A yawn escapes my lips as Professor HemingsWorth mutters something under his breath as he struggles to erase a smudge on the chalkboard.

When I got to my Calculus class, I was terribly nervous about seeing Larissa. She was awfully nice to me the other day and I definitely ruined that now.

She was acting normal today, so I know Everest kept his promise to me. I don't necessarily mind if he tells his friends, or even Larissa, that I don't like him. I only have a problem of him saying anything about my crush on Aurelia.

Everest suggested I bring her to the rooftop at night and confess to her. I'm not exactly sure what I will do yet, or if I will even tell her in the first place.

Everything was patchy in our relationship earlier and now that everything is fixed and going really well between me and her, I don't want my sudden confession to ruin it.

I really doubt she likes me the way I like her.

"Miss Lillian, would you stay behind please?"

I suddenly perk up, hearing my name. The rest of my classmates have already packed their belongings and many have left, leaving me behind.

Seems as class as moved along faster than I had thought it would.

I grab my own backpack, feeling nervous with what my history professor wishes to speak to me about. I hope he doesn't want to address my weak attention span today. I have a perfectly valid reason, but to a professor I would probably just seem lazy.