"Sorry I'm late." I said with rough tone, barging into the middle of my English class.
"Miss. P.G, is it? I know you got permission to be out of class, but barging in like that is unacceptable."
"You go through what I had to go through then you can tell me what's acceptable or not."
"Excuse me!?"
"You have never had something happen to you like what I had so you don't know how it feels so you have no right to tell me that my time of 'mental recovery' as you people call it was too long or to short or badly timed."
"What happened to you is undoubtedly not as bad as what I have had to go through, I can tell you that." The whole class was looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths, but Sven's face was the best. I gave him the dirtiest look I had then went back to Mr. D.
"You want to bet on that?"
"I don't bet on things with my students."
"What? You too scared of losing?" Mr. D didn't respond. "I thought so. But I'll show you anyway, just for your education." I marched to the front of the room so everyone would be able to see. I locked my gaze on Sven for a few seconds then turned to look at Mr. D again. Before I pulled off my hoody I heard some boys whisper to each other "Who is that girl, she's hot!" and their friend would replay with a shrug and say "P.G. that what sir said. It must be a nickname someone gave her, but hey it does suit her don't you think?" and the first boy would nod in agreement. I pulled down my hoody and pushed my hair out of my face at the same time. Gasps filled the room, all the girls where grossed out and the boys who had been whispering before not say "That girl is awesome!"
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After class Sven caught up to me and looked very worried.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked so quietly I could barely hear.
"What was that? Why didn't I tell you? Because you should already know because you're the one that did this, B.B." I almost literally spat out. I said the last word very clearly so he could hear that I no longer called him by his real name.
"What?!" he asked in a confused and panicked state. He had stopped walking when I said the last word, probably expecting me to stop and look at him, but I just kept on walking.
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