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xxiv

I walked into school hallway, immediately welcomed by stares of whoever was standing. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable–people looked away almost instantly. I saw Abby standing by her locker and she looked up at the same time to find me walking to her.

      We hugged tightly. If you walked past us, you'd probably think we're some online friends meeting for the first time.
"How're you feeling?" She asked in concern.
"Alright, I guess." I shrugged my shoulders, taking books out of my locker for my first class. Should I tell her about the anxiety attack?

You still want to be secretive?

"I had an–uh anxiety attack. This morning" I spoke lowly.
Her eyes went big for a moment and her lips parted. "How bad was it?"
"Pretty bad."
Abby looked sorry, knowing she couldn't do anything.

"It's ok." I forced a smile. "I can take it."

The few periods went by quickly. I wasn't paying much attention. It must've been obvious my mood was off, seeing that anyone hardly bothered me. I could tell, by their faces, a lot of people knew about the situation. After all, you can count every student of this school in Grayson's fandom. People keep up with him a lot, probably so they can find any opportunity to say 'oh I've got bio with him' or something like that. Nonetheless, the oh so secret relationship I had with Grayson was not so secret anymore. But everyone behaved as if nothing's happened. And let me tell you, some were actually good at acting as if they don't know exactly what people replied with to Steve's tweet.

I was glad nonetheless. The fact that people knew everything did make me uncomfortable but atleast no one was asking me about it and making me more uncomfortable.

        I sighed as I took books out for my next class. I have no interest in even looking at Steve after what has happened. I want to shame and embarrass him so bad that he won't be able to walk into this class again, but I'll probably end up crying if I try to say anything to him. The whole thing is still a sore subject.

"You don't have to go." Abby spoke leaning to the locker beside mine.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You don't have to go. You can skip this class."

I shook my head at her idea.

"No really I'm serious. Don't go if you don't want to. Nurse is an option or oh! library. You're going the pass this class. A single skip won't do no harm"

"What am I going to do alone for a whole period? I'll probably end up crying at some corner of the corridor." I laughed lightly at my little joke.

"Who said you're going to be alone?"

Oh hell no.

"No Abby, you have full attendance!" I raised my voice a little.

"I have nice grade–"

"No." I stopped her mid-sentence.

"You are not skipping class for me. And I can handle it, Abby. I have to, if not today then tomorrow. I can't really skip the class for the rest of the term."
Abby sighed and nodded a little. I passed her a smile before walking to my class.

I saw Steve right after I entered the class but looked away almost instantly. That didn't stop him from spotting me though. I knew he was looking at me while I walked to the end of class, sitting by the window. I sighed, preparing myself for what was going to happen next, and it did. Steve took the seat right beside me, loudly placing his binder on the desk to get my attention. But I didn't need to look at him to know it's him.