Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
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Kyran caught up with me, as I was gaping at him and he whispered, "I'm not embarrassed by you," he handed me my notebook, "You should invest in more dresses by the way."
I took the notebook from his hands, and looked down, my eyes falling on the dress that I was wearing. As Kyran disappeared among the sea of people in the corridor, there seemed to be people staring at me now.
They were staring at my legs.
I had the intense urge to run to the bathroom, and instead, I held my A5 notebook near my knees. It did absolutely nothing.
Obviously.
If anyone wanted to say something, they kept their mouths shut throughout the day. It was helpful that I wasn't someone people wanted to make a conversation with. Usually, others would have friends or foes that would either compliment or criticize what they're wearing. In my case, I had neither friends nor foes. Unless you count that person who threw ink at me, I guess.
I was self-conscious in general. I think thrice before doing something whether I am at home or school. It's actually the characteristic that both my facades share. At home, I was ultra careful how I acted in front of my family and at school, I was conscious of what I said and how I said it.
Was I losing myself? The real me?
My concentration dwindled severely throughout the school day. I pretended the looks don't exist. Don't get me wrong, I knew that people talked about me behind my back, and that never hurt because I didn't see them doing it. So, there's a possibility that they didn't.
However, when they unsubtly stare at you and whisper to the person next to them without leaving their eyes off me, it's hard to believe that there was a possibility that they weren't talking about me.
I spent the entire day uncomfortably walking around. There were innumerable times that I stole glances around me, making sure that there wasn't anyone around.
Horrible day.
At the end of the day, I pulled off the dress and wore my dry jeans again, along with my mom – approved yellow jumper that I could stretch out indefinitely. It covered me, which was all that mattered, and I pulled my coat over the jumper.
I had taken an educated guess that Yashna would be around her homeroom at the end of the day. When I saw the familiar black hair, I approached her slightly apprehensive because she was around her friends, who were collectively giggling.
"Hey Yashna. Thanks for the dress," I replied shortly, and Yashna turned around.
"Hi Avery!" she exclaimed, gesturing to her friends who smiled back. She took the dress and frowned. "You could've just worn the dress for the rest of the day and given it back to me tomorrow."
"It's fine. I'm not going to encounter anyone on the way home."
Yashna shrugged. Her friends had left the scene suddenly and said their goodbyes. They seemed to understand that I wanted to talk to Yashna alone.
