*Chapter fourteen-What should i do?

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The room had became silent. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking.I couldn't take it.Everyone in the class had heard it.I didn't want to look at Bryan.I grabbed my bookbag and stood up quickly . I ran towards the door and pushed it open and i ran to the nearest girls restroom. I said it...everyone knows. I dropped my bookbag to the floor and i looked at myself in the mirror. I was having a panic attack. I turned the sink on and ran cold water on my hands hoping that it will help make them stop shaking. This is real...I walked to a stall and walked inside one and i closed the door.I stood still.The whole school would know.They would think of me as having no chance with Bryan. I started to cry trying to catch my breath.I heard the door to the restroom open.I heard two girls talking.Please don't be Sierra.The girls seemed to be in an upper grade.I wiped underneath my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn't stay in here all day. I picked my bookbag up and opened the stall. I looked down hoping that my hair would cover my face. I heard them laughing. "Did that really happen" one of them said.My stomach dropped and i hopped that they weren't talking about me."Yeah but anyways you should come to the party" the other one said.They weren't talking about me.I felt paranoid.

I pushed open the door to the restroom.I knew that there would be a consequence for me walking out of the classroom without any permission but i couldn't stand sitting in the classroom and having kids talk about me and whispering rude things.I was also wondering about what Bryan was thinking and what he was doing at this moment. He was probably laughing about what i did. The bell had rung. I stood against the lockers as the hallway became crowded. I didn't want anyone from my class to see me standing here.I heard familiar voices and i knew that those students had to be from my class. I started to walk towards the end of the hall so that they wouldn't see me standing there.

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