Math Class |Weston Koury|Completed

-Today, Today!

Today I get my crutches off! I'm very excited.
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Okay, I don't need them but I need my brace. I can deal with that!
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I arrive late at school. It's language class. Fantastic. *cough* Zach *cough*. I sit down and I feel something hit the back of my head. I scoot my chair out and I grab it. It's a piece of paper.

"Oh I see stupid doesn't have to carry you around anymore -Z"

I raise my hand.

"Yes, Lexia..." She says annoyed.

"May I please get a hall pass I forgot to ask my art teacher something," I say.

The reason I say art is because that's what Weston has.

"Fine. You'll have a lot of homework," she says.

"I'm aware," I say as she hands me the pass and Zach whispers, "Stiff" I wanna flip him off. But I keep walking.

I get to the room and I say, "Ms. Eber wanted Weston," she nods,

"William get over to the door," the teacher says. He walks out and I grab his hand I run into a janitors closet. Tears pouring down my face.

"Weston, I can't do this," I say balling.

"Lex, what on Earth are you talking about?"

I shove myself into him. Balling. I cuddle into his chest as I feel arms wrap around me. I hear whispers in my ear, a comforting, soothing voice, "Sh, Lexy, I promise it'll be okay." I nod. The hate is getting to me. I can't do this anymore. I want to just be with him. Forever.

"I need to get to class, just be sure to brush it off. I'll see you in math," he says as he wipes my tears.

I walk to class. Realizing I look awful. I can say I got splashed with water and needed to get back to class. That's a perfect excuse.
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After school I have to go to PT (physical therapy) but my therapist isn't just a physical one, I ask her for advice.

"I'm getting a lot of hate and death threats because of me and Weston," I say.

She listens and gives me advice, "How about you make your Instagram private for now, and your Twitter. The hate will brush off by next week and you should be fine to go public again." I smile. "Thank you Miss. Saadi," I say. She nods, "Anytime kiddo, ok let's get on with what we were doing."
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I get home to see Weston sitting by my front door, waiting for me to get home. We pull into the driveway and I scare him, "Boo!" He flinches. It's actually really cute