Compassion- Lookism

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  ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ Irene's POV ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

After school? Is that enough time to clear everything up?

I didn't want to bother him by asking him to take me to the shops, and I honestly didn't know if I wanted him to know where I worked now. I didn't want to have that conversation again. I only had an hour and a half to get from school to work. It didn't matter though. I was glad he texted back. I was glad I could see him again.

**Irene—now**
*Yes. I'll see if my homeroom teacher will let me have the last period off.*

**Gun—now**
*Meet me around the corner. I'll park at one of the houses.*

I thought of asking him to take me to work, but I'd live if he said no. A part of me couldn't shake off the feeling he was upset with me. His texts felt cold and distant. He was always a dry texter, but the direct tone felt closed-off. We used to ask how we were doing, what we were doing, and bicker, but his texts felt so minimal.

Throughout lunch and for the rest of the day, tension strangled my chest. I was already having sore aches, but this emotional strain felt suffocating. My shoulders were tense, and every time I thought about him being upset, my back straightened and I had to fidget with something. I ran my fingers through my hair hundreds of times, picked at the skin on my thumb until it bled, and chewed on my lower lip until I drew blood. I could hardly focus on my teacher, even when he asked me questions and I called aloud the answer. My mind was only on Gun.

"Catch a grip, Irene," Mira whispered to me. We were eating lunch together in the library, but at a back table so no one could hear us if we whispered. She was still eating from her tray of school food, while I picked at my strawberries in a container. It was hard to eat now that I was too anxious.

"How? What am I going to do about him being mad at me? what if he tells me he's done with me?" I raise my voice from a whisper as I ask her, my head leaning into my palm. I anxiously scratched at my scalp, my mind was going crazy. There was no other way to put how anxious I was. I've never fought with someone I've had a crush on, and he doesn't feel like just a crush anymore to me.

"Just calm down. Going into it as nervous as you are is only going to make things worse. You're probably going to come off as defensive or like you're hiding something." She says with a sigh. "And if he's mad, you know you didn't communicate and all you can do from here on out is apologize and do better. It's not like you were out with another guy."