This boy next to my room

16

June

The next day i'm in a pensive mood, much too pensive. My fight yesterday with Connor and the embarrassing words he got out of his lips in such a normal way don't want to get out of my head. Yet with him I should get used to it because he's indeed a bitch as I told him.

"And you June, do you think it would be a good idea ?" Asks Kat before taking the second apple placed on the lunch tray.

"Sorry, I'm still a little tired so..." I answered not without stammering. Here is the proof that I am somewhere else, I can't even listen to someone talk.

She sighs. "I see, you should ask them to give you an extra hour or two today. Or else you pretend to be sick and you'll see, you'll be pampered like a queen by the guards." She said as if she was used to it. "Anyway, I was saying that we could have a party again but this time dedicated to the closet game!"

"I think we'll be fine for the day don't worry, but thanks for the offer. And yeah, why not..." I sighed.

She nods as she takes a firm bite of her apple. I look down at my tray and then I notice that I haven't eaten anything. I'm definitely in very bad shape today.

At the end of lunch, the police officers order us to get ready for two hours of class. Particularly the civil status. I go up to my room to put on an appropriate outfit, (even if it's still jogging, sweatshirt.) and I go back downstairs heading this time to a small classroom.

Everyone settles down and the teacher begins his speech. Shortly after that, he starts writing sentences with words I barely understand on the board. My thoughts can't help but drift elsewhere. It's a good thing he doesn't notice because it will cost me another humiliation in front of the whole class. When he starts asking random people in the class questions about the topic my chest compresses and a ball forms in my stomach. I can only hope I don't get questioned. I reflexively put my head down so that he "forgets" that I'm in the room and I'm lucky because he doesn't question me! Or finally, the class ends before he takes this initiative. I get up at the same time as the others to put my things in the shelf designed for that purpose in the classroom and then I go out.

Usually after class we get an hour break. So I hurry up to my dorm to check on my outside friends.

As I walk up the marble stairs along with several other residents, I feel a hand pulling me backwards to prevent me from climbing my first step. Confused, I turned around and saw Cynthia.

I look at her attentively as she shoots me with her eyes, I already know she is angry. Her normally pale face turns bright red, her features are tense and her gaze sends me arrows.

"I heard you called me a whore, right?" She says sternly. I then understand that she's referring to my last discussion with the asshole next to my room. That word escaped me and I thought he didn't really pay attention to it but obviously I'm wrong because he told her everything.

"I didn't mean to insult you, but him. I indirectly brought you into the conversation." I justified myself without flinching. His face doesn't soften and I understand that Connor has really put me in an endless mess.