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21 • I Cracked

As each day passed, my stress levels rose and I became more frustrated with the littlest of things. I revised all the time and I hated it, but I knew it was the only way I would pass my GCSE's.

I hadn't texted Lauren since my outburst on her, and since I was busy with revision, I had no time to feel guilty over it. She hadn't texted me back either, which made things a lot easier for me. It meant I didn't have to worry about getting distracted. However, I couldn't say the same for the other girls. They wouldn't quit texting me, even when I told them that I was busy, so I had to text them in a huge group chat in order get them to stop.

To: Dinah, Ally, Camila, Normani
I don't understand how many times I have to tell you all, but I'm busy so can you stop texting me?!

I think they all sensed my annoyance because instead of trying to pull me away from my work, they agreed to stop texting me. I was aware of how harsh I sounded and came across to all of the girls of Fifth Harmony, but I didn't care at the moment. All that was on my mind was passing my exams, and if it meant pushing them away, then so be it.

About a week before my exams would commence, I remember being at school and Y/BF/N deciding it was time to have a little chat with me.

"The girls said they haven't talked to you in a while," she slowly pushed that topic into the conversation as we were sat in the canteen at lunch. I raised an eyebrow and stared at her as she continued. "I'm guessing you shut them out, too?"

I placed my sandwich on the table and sat up straight, locking eyes with Y/BF/N. "I'm not doing this for my liking, Y/BF/N. I need to study in order to pass these exams or I won't be able to go to America. They obviously don't care about that if they keep bothering me when I tell them to stop. Ever since we've stopped talking, I think I've done pretty well with my revision. They were just a distraction."

"Not everything that isn't your revision is classed as a distraction, you know," she narrowed her eyes at me. "And they didn't do anything wrong. I think you should apologise, Y/N. I know you're stressed, but you're taking it out on the wrong people."

"I'm not apologising," I snapped back, already beginning to pack my lunch away. "And you know what? You can leave me alone, too. I'm leaving."

As I stood up to leave, she laughed humourlessly. "To go revise, I assume?"

I glared at her for her snarky comment and grabbed my bag before turning on my heel and leaving for the door. I heard her call my name a few times, but I ignored her and continued to leave. I had never hated my life as much as I did now.

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"Mercutio is an unpredictable individual who makes heat-of-the-moment decisions, as shown by his name which originates from the word mercurial..."

I re-read my English work and sighed angrily, scrunching up the paper and throwing it at the wall with a groan. It didn't even make sense and if I couldn't write a stupid paragraph in the comfort of my own home with no timer, how could I do it in an exam?

"Y/N, love, are you okay?" I heard my mum call from the hallway.

I didn't respond, only face plant my desk with a heavy sigh. I heard my bedroom door open and I assumed that my mum was in the room.

"Y/N, are you feeling okay?" she asked, and I felt her hands stroking my hair. I couldn't help but relax under her motherly touch.