Break Out, Break Out [Part 2] (Libbie's POV)

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I winced in pain as the nurse wrapped my hand with medical tape. It wasn't hard to tell that my left hand was sprained, considering how hard Halle slammed my locker door. The nurse put a hand splint on me and gave me an ice pack. The first bell had rung almost ten minutes ago, so that means Gage and I would be walking into first hour together - in front of everyone - but mainly in front Cody, Halle, and Mack. The thought of that scared me already. My anxiety already made me think that everyone would be talking about me, but given what had just happened with the three of them minutes ago only enhanced that thought.

I thanked the nurse, then Gage and I left. We wandered down the empty hallways until we reached our first hour class. Gage told me everything would be alright, then we walked in. Only a few kids started back at us, but they included Cody, Mack, and Halle - and they all had smirks on their face. I itched my face with my sprained hand, showing them the damage they'd already caused. I saw Mack's smirk disappear, but didn't think much of it.

Gage and I took our seats, which were thankfully in the back of the room in the corner. The teacher took our passes then continued on with class. The hour, thankfully, went by fast, and soon I was off to my second hour, the only class I didn't have with Gage, but had with the other three. I wasn't looking forward to it. In fact, I even considered hiding in the bathroom until third period. But, I decided to be the better person and face them. 

I walked into class, and thankfully I was the first one in there. It was my favorite teacher, Mrs. May. Although I loved her, she taught math class, which I hated. She was always helpful, though, so I was pulling a straight A- in the class. I took my seat and waited for the other kids to pile into the classroom. I sat next to Mack, which was bound to be awkward, but I was happy Halle and Cody sat on the other side of the room. Mack silently walked in, taking her seat in front of me. She didn't look at me, and I wasn't about to start a conversation, either.

"I didn't tell anybody," she said to me, turning her head slightly so only I could hear her. "We may not like each other at the moment, but I wouldn't do that to you."

"About my parents?" I asked, she nodded. "Thank you," I sighed. "That means a lot to me."

"Don't worry about it," she said, then the bell rang.

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As class progressed, we got our assignment and began working. It was completely silent, and of course my phone decided to go off at that exact moment, making almost every head turn towards me. I heard Mrs. May sigh, then she walked towards me and asked for my phone. I gave her a nervous smile and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I saw the screen was lit up with a text, but I didn't even have a chance to glance at it before Mrs. May took it. Her eyes glanced down at it, then grew wide. She looked back at me, making me become nervous and give her a confused look.

"I'll talk to you after class," she said quietly.

I focused back on my work, well, tried to, anyway. I couldn't even think of a text that would have made her give me a look like that. Unless, dad texted and something's wrong with him, or Joe, or even Summer. As I thought of more things that could possibly go wrong, the bell snapped me out of my thoughts. I packed my things up and put them back in my bag. Everyone had left the classroom by now, so I went back by Mrs. May. Thankfully she had her prep hour this period.

"So, what's up...?" I asked, my voice trailing.

She gave me my phone, allowing me to see the now multiple texts I had received from Gage. My face grew hot, and I knew my cheeks were now tinted with a bright red. I couldn't bring myself to look up at the teacher I had grown so close to in the last months. I felt shame come over me, and even though I trusted Mrs. May with my life, I knew she'd be disappointed in me, just like I was with myself.

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