Gay panic

Alone (Maria's POV)

The sound of the bell wakes me from my uncomfortable slumber. I get up from the small bed and walk over to the nurses bathroom. I look at the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sink. There was a huge red mark on the side of my face from were I slept.
I tilt my head down to look at the sink. I twist the knob and cold water started pouring out of the Fossett. I cup my hands together and fill them up with water. Once they fill with cold water I lean down and splash it in my face. I slowly get up to get some paper towels to dry my face. I look at myself in the mirror once more. I notice that the red mark is slowly starting to fade. I walk out of the bathroom and grab my things ready to go to second period.
Students flooded the halls and all I could hear was the chattering of my fellow classmates and 7th graders. I attempted to go out and try to find my friends. I walked the downstairs halls and couldn't find them. Eventually I give up on looking. I guess they have already made their way to class.
I stand under the stairs by the main office looking around, hoping that there was a small chance that my friends didn't make it to class yet. As I looked around I felt...defeated. I hated walking alone. Just the thought of being alone makes me want to sob. Yet as I start to walk away I see her. Eloise. The gorgeous dark hair girl. I wanted to walk up to her and say hi or at least just walk her to her next class.
Before I think about what I should do I see her walk away from me. Why are you so scared? I don't make an attempt to follow or chase her. If she wants to be alone then so be it. I don't know why but I was mad. I don't know if I was mad at myself for not confronting her, or if I was mad at her for not confronting me.
The sound of the bell ringing mad me furious. It cut through my skull like a dull knife, making sure to last as long as possible.
I bolted to my class hoping my teacher wasn't in the class and I could beat them to the room. I keep runny but my bag was slowing me down. I decided to stop and just walk to class. There was no point, the teacher would definitely be there by now. I walk to my class and see everyone in there seats but the teacher wasn't there. Maybe I was wrong. I quickly make it to my seat and pray no one will tell the teacher I was late.
The teacher walks in and immediately starts on the lesson. But all I could think about was her hair. Her long dark hair. And her face. With her cute nose and he thin lips. The last thing I really remember from that class was the sound of the 7th graders going to lunch, making it unbelievably hard to think. I hate this class. I hate this school.
But Eloise. I feel like she's the only thing right about this awful place.