ALEX COOPER:
After a day of wallowing in self pity and drowning myself in the comfort that was my bed, I thought I had puckered up enough courage to face school.
- That was until I saw Sage stepping out of Levi's car as he held the opened car door for her. He smiled sweetly at the pregnant redhead
I took a deep breath trying not to explode into tears.
You can can do this. I encouraged myself as I hurried pass them into the school building
"Al" Levi called out, trying to catch up to me
In all efforts to divert attention away from me, I pretented not to hear him.
He called out my name again, this time grabbing my wrist so I would stop.
His hand was cold and rough on my skin, definitely not like the warmth and gentleness he had before
I stopped and turned to Levi. His grip on me got tighter.
"Alex please" he begged with anxiety written all over his face
By this time there were a few discreet glances. One of them from Sage, who was trying her hardest not to watch.
I looked at Levi coldly. All I felt, as i uncluched my arm away from his grip, was disgust. I couldn't stand the thought of him touching me anymore.
"Stay away from me" I ordered and gave him a 'don't-fuck-with-me' glare
He opened his mouth to protest but hesitantly stopped, instead he scanned my face before nodding defeatedly.
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MASSEY SUMMERS:
You could feel the awkward tension that filled the cafeteria during lunch.
I had just entered and examined the room for friendly faces.
There were two.
Alex and Sage, who weren't exactly on speaking terms - to put it mildly- were sitting on opposite sides of the room.
Both stared at me in anticipation, waiting for me to chose sides.
I looked at Sage and then at Alex, contemplating my next move.
- thriving under pressure was a characteristic I unfortunately lacked.
I took two steps back before heading out the door, My eyes closed tightly as I attempted to make myself invisible.
I wasn't going to get involved in their drama...
From now onwards, I'd be Germany, I nodded to myself in the empty hallway
Or was it Switzerland?
My brain scattered, trying to correct the analogy I didn't quite understand.
*After school*
In my three years at High School I'd never been convicted of a felony, so I wasn't exactly thrilled to have my record tainted by one tiny incident
I mean, people get punched in the face on the daily. I hit a girl once and it warrants a weeks worth of detention?
Oh the injustice! I whined to myself before entering the proverbial prison cell.
I took a seat next to an open window at the back of the class. Thinking that the view would keep me distracted for the next God forsaking hour.
"This is bullshit!" a voice shouted from outside the classroom
