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Chapter 33

The sounds of books hitting the desk, page shifting and conversations about the weekend is all around. With my hair as curtains for my face, all I’m able to do is keep my head down, while
pretending to scribbling something on an empty piece paper. My skin crawls and ears are on alert for any small conversations about Friday even if I’m dreading it. I can’t shake off the thought of someone just walking up to me and telling me what happened. I had Michael come pick me up at the last minute this morning to avoid talking to the girls. I’ve been avoiding to talk to anyone actually.

I stay behind a little longer than usual when the bell rings for lunch, not really knowing where to go. Lifelessly, I pick up my stuff and the moment I pick up my phone a message whistles in.

‘Michael is having an argument with his friends, don’t make sound.’ Lisa wrote. I don’t get the chance to think about what it means before she calls me. Hesitantly, I answer.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset.” A girl says in the distance. Larissa? Her voice is low and almost fearful.

“I’m upset that you posted it for the whole world to see as if there’s something between us.” That’s definitely Michael’s voice. The contained anger says it all. My breathing stops as everything within me pauses to listen.

“Michael” another voice chimes in but they’re cut short.

“Stay out of this.”

“I took the picture.” She says to Michael and there’s silence for a quick second.

“Are you satisfied?”

“No one else saw it. It was on status privacy.” My mouth falls open. I don’t know on whether to be happy that no one else saw it or be pissed that she did it to purposely cause problem. It was on purpose. Wow.

“So you did it on purpose then?” Michael asks, calm.

“She’s not one of us.” Larissa explains and I hold in a scoff. I can’t help the hurt inside my chest.

“You’re still going on about that? You pretended to be that girl’s friend for months while you were just planning on breaking us up. And you helped her.”

“It’s not just my fault, you kissed me back.”

“And that’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made” the sincerity in his voice is too strong to not believe. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

“Are you being serious?” the other girl asks. Sarah.

“Yes I am. You guys were supposed to be my friends and you plot to jeopardise something that was meaningful to me. Delete the damn picture.”

There’s descending footsteps then a loud sigh before the line goes dead. This entire time she never liked me. She was just pretending. I was right to keep my distance from her, but I was wrong about Sarah. I was probably wrong about all of them. They all pretended to care while they didn’t.

I grab my stuff and head out, allowing my feet to carry me through the familiar walls. Despite the fact that nobody else saw the status, I still keep my head down in embarrassment. Lockers open and shut, chitchats gets high and low and footsteps approach and distance as students pass by. I only see my feet move up and down the floor, long, dark strands block out the view of the others. I reach my locker and sit down on the floor, staring at the blue steel across from me as the
hall empties. My body feels so week and drained that I lean on my knees and bury my face in my hands. I honestly thought that it couldn’t get any worse. I wasn’t that close to them and shouldn’t be feeling this way but the betrayal is strong. They really plunged a knife in my back. All because I’m not one of them.