I Can't Take It Anymore

Hatred

As I entered the school, I kept my head down, noticing a few stares from some people that were in class at the time of, uh, my 'quarrel' with Damion.

No one bothered to ask if I was alright, or why I wasn't in school for a week.

Nope, I just kept walking, my eyes focused on the untied laces of my white converse.

Until I fell and sent my papers flying.

I began to pick them up as quickly as I could, not wanting to have to make eye contact with anyone. I saw a second pair of hands gathering my papers before setting them in a pile before me. I looked up only to see his sneakers squeaking down the hall. Hm.

I walked slow as possible to my first class. I was at least 3 minutes late again. When I walked in, I swear I heard a gasp from the back of the room. Everyone stopped. I looked over to my seat, finding it empty- as well as the seat next to it.

"Please pull out your textbooks and work on the exercises for chapter 12," my teacher commanded. I did as I was told, not paying much attention to it, but to the empty seat, and what may have happened to it.

Or what may have happened to the person who sits in it...

What if I caused him not to show up? Damion isn't one to skip school, unless he's fatally sick. Which is never, mind you.

Or what if he is feeling under the weather, but not because he's sick, but because someone got mad that he spilled the beans about something?

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This chapter is so short and horrible oh my gosh it was originally a different chapter in the first half but then I realized I published a chapter with the same idea after this but the ending was important so I just changed the beginning, but now I have an amazing idea for this story!!