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46 - Panic Attack

VALENTINA'S POV

Just a few more days until Prom.

A few more days until all of this drama is over, and I'll have graduated.

All I had to do was steer clear of Francis and find out if Tyler did like me more than a friend. Which I had successfully done for a week now, ever since I saw Francis on the hill.

Walking down the halls, I could feel a presence behind me and once I turned around, I was greeted with 2 wide smiles.

I groan as they surround me and twirl their arms with mine.

"Hey Chelsey, Ally..."

"So, Valery, have you decided if you're going to match with Tyler, hm?" I hear Ally says in a flirtatious tone and I give her a tight smile.

"Nope, I haven't even talked to him since he asked me to prom," I say quietly and Chelsey and Ally look at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why?" They ask in unison, and I shrug my shoulders, my eyes wandering the busy halls.

"I guess it's just been awkward," I utter, and they look at each other again with worried expressions. Why are they acting so weird?

"Well, then you have to get to class!" Chelsey demands and drags me into our class, taking the seat next to Francis so the only one that was available was next to Francis, and across from Tyler.

I sat across from him and gave him an awkward smile which he returned but once class started, I could feel my face heating up from the embarrassment, but when it does it felt as if the room darkened.

My eyes wandered around the room and I sat at my desk, but this time Francis was sitting next to me and Tyler in front of me, Chelsey diagonal from me.

"Hey, um, Valery?" I heard Tyler say suddenly, making Chelsey's head perk up in interest. "I heard you got a red dress, right?" He asks.

As soon as Tyler says that I could feel a cold sensation being placed on my thigh and caressing it. I knew instantly who was doing this. My cheeks flush and the grip on my pencil tightens.

I already feel my face reddening even more with the passing second.
"Mhm!" I nod my head and put on a smile, making Francis's stare switch from him to me.

His hand started to move, upwards on my leg and I felt like I would say something to regret at any second.

"I-I was thinking that we could match? I could wear a red tie maybe?" He says in a nervous voice, trying to look at me but I avert his gaze.

Francis's hand was getting closer and closer, higher, and higher.

"That sounds great." I breathe out and Tyler's face lights up, but to this, my heart sinks and Francis's hand is removed. Does he like me more than a friend?

I stay silent for the rest of the lesson, feeling Francis and Tyler's eyes gluing to me.

For a short while, I cover my face and glance at Francis who is staring at me with a dead expression.

He raises an eyebrow, and I could feel my shoulder sag.
He was right. Tyler is serious about a relationship.

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Halfway through the lesson, Chelsey suddenly spoke up to swap seats with Francis and he thankfully agreed.

Lifting my head to look at the two boys now next to each other, I almost laugh as I see them glaring at each other but when seeing me look at them, they just smile and continue writing.