𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 | 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡

BROOK
~happier by Oliva Rodrigo

I tapped the paper with my pen while I was in the lecture of Professor Enders. After a while, you really can't listen to this man anymore. How did I manage to listen to him for three hours straight in the past?

When he moved to the next slide, I stopped playing with the pen and wrote it all down again, so I could look it up in more detail on the internet. "I knew it wouldn't last long." I heard someone whisper behind me.

It's not the first time I've heard someone talk about me behind my back, but since
everyone probably knows what happened. The problem is, people keep reminding me of what happened. Can't they care about their lives?

"I knew it from the start. Now she's also the one little mouse who was hurt by the well-known heartbreaker, Logan North." I can't hear all that anymore. I've had enough. I stood in the middle of the lecture up and even while Professor Enders was talking, then I started to grab my bag, "Miss Sanchez, what are you doing?"

All the attention got on me because it was quiet in the hall seconds earlier and everyone was listening to Mr. Enders. I put my backpack over my shoulder and glimpsed at the two girls, who had their mouths wide open and are now silent when I look at them. "Mind your own fucking business."

I grabbed my jacket and could feel the tears. My steps went from the corridor down the stairs. "Miss Sanchez, if you leave now, I will send you a reprimand." He can stick it up his ass. I can't stand being in a room with them for a minute longer. All those rumors, whispers remind me of Logan over and over again.

I went to the door and closed it behind me as I made my way out. I try not to think about him every day. My success was also the last few days to only distract myself with the laboratory and cancer cells, to learn more about it, but these people around me won't let me forget him.

I've had many failures. Cried myself out and also the message I text him after watching his game. I didn't want to, but it was the only way I could watch him play. At that moment, I wanted it that way. After that, I just cried when I realized that he ignored me.

I felt pathetic, just like I feel now. Pathetic. It's been almost two weeks since he broke my heart, and I still can't get over him. I wiped away the small tears with my sleeve and accidentally ran into a person.

I directly apologize and hid my face as the voice sounded familiar as she spoke to me. Quickly, I checked my eyes on my phone display before looking at the person. "Hey, Fallon."

"How are you?" I nodded. "Great." "But you don't look like it. Your mascara is smudged." She put her thumbs under my eyes and seemed to wipe away the mascara residue under my eye. I often forget that I have something on my eyelashes. It's not exactly much, but enough that it smudges when I cry.

"Thanks." She backed away from me. "Are you really okay?" she asked me again. "I heard the rumors too. I'm sorry." Even though I don't want to hear it anymore, it's the first time I've heard a sorry.
For the entire week, I hear nothing but whispers, but no one had shown a real appreciation, as I certainly feel. "Thanks. But can we please stop? I don't want to talk about it." She nodded.