[Ace's POV]
I really don't know why Ms. Perry had to be this stereotypical. Who even asks their students to underline their headings anymore? As far as I know, teachers of today were supposed to be lame and unbothered. But this woman on the other hand...
Anyways, I was in English class. Nothing, absolutely nothing was interesting except for the rusted desks and the casual passers-by on the corridor. I saw Veah tampering with her pencil, looking just as fed up as I am. So I decided to drop a text.
Wanna head out? I sent it while sneakily hiding the phone under my desk.
Right now?
Obviously...
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"Uh, Ms. Perry! I think I have to go talk to Principal Morris about the yearbook. Would you mind?"
"Excused.", Ms. replied with her eyes focused on the note she was writing on the board.
2 minutes later I successfully managed to get excused for a pee break. I made my way out of the class to see Veah with her hands crossed beside the farthest locker. I reached her as we decided to settle in the east-bench.
The snowing was not that bad today. We cleaned the bench-surface and sat down.
"So...", she started.
"Well, this is weird...", I replied.
"Kinda..."
"So you and...you and Zach are like...Nothing?"
"I wouldn't say that.", she said and I felt a bit uneasy.
"We are friends.", she continued. I was overreacting.
"What about us?"
"What about us Ace...", she replied as tiny drops of snow settled on either sides of her cheeks.
"I mean..."
There was a good minute of silence.
"Can I just have a hug though?", her voice sounded unstable. She was tearing up.
I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around her as she sobbed into my chest.
"What's wrong?"
"I dunno Ace...I dunno...It's just that so many people expect so much from me. I just...My mom has been giving me the cold shoulder for breaking up with Zach. Then I'm supposed to be this ideal, confident and unproblematic head-girl, but no one gives a fuck about what I care about. I know I'm sounding like the cliche high-school depressed girl, but it's not that. If you were in my shoes, you would understand. I feel so strained." , she released while crying as hard as she could.
"Veah...Listen. I know things can get hard and I am certainly the type of person to understand that. You know why...As cringe as it is, I am there for you. You can rely on me, okay?", I replied as I adjusted her hair.
"I know Ace...I know."
"So...Why'd you wanna come here?", she asked as she wiped off her tears.
"Nothing, just to...talk...Kill time I guess?", I replied.
"You sure?"
"I mean yeah...", I wanted to tell her. It was at the tip of my tongue.
"Nah, that's not it...Tell me...", she realized I was hiding something.
"I need to tell you something."
"And what is that?", she crooked her head.
"I..."
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