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lola's pov :
everyone's been noticing on my change since I saw the incident of greg and celeste, I was broken. I don't know what to do, but how can I let my feelings out when even Greg doesn't know that I like him? i Kept on thinking of him in the middle of the class while he was accross the seats actively participating in class. I was ran out of anti-depressants. Good thing I had an extra bottle of it inside my locker.
"ms. hewwit? are you okay?"
my seatmate Annie woke me up from a deep sleep. As I woke up and crunched my eyes because the light was too bright, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller." I said apologitically.
"are you sure? can I have a word with you?"
"yes mrs. miller"
i was worried. If she's going to ask me how am doing, What excuse am I going to make? Am I in trouble for this? Being in a bipolar disorder isn"t much of a crime, right? I guess I'm gonna tell her the truth, teachers can be trusted in so many ways. Mrs. miller is like a mother to me, whenever I presented my works at her , my classmates think it's weird and a little bit over the top but mrs. miller perfectly understands what I am going through. The only thing I'm going to explain to her is that how I became like this because of GREG SMITH.
I let myself listen to every word my mind has spoken and even before my teacher could say anything, tears came falling down anguishly through my cheecks. I just can't hold it.
"I'm very sorry for what happen earlier mrs. miller, I just couldn't take the pain away that I felt while seing greg having sex with Celeste Johnsons." my voice was shaking. I do not know what mrs, miller would react but she just hugged me and kissed my forehead.
"why about them lola? are you and greg dating?"
"that's the point mrs. miller, were aren't dating but why on the hell would I react like this as If I own a part of him but I am just nothing but a stupid, sick bestest, childhood friend. That's what we all have" I said confusingly.
"my dear, If only your mother was here, you wouldn't have grown up like this. i know it hurts but you must be more focus on study, and no one's deserving for your tears but your mom. greg doesn't even deserve it." she said in an encouraging tone.
"thanks for the advice mrs. miller, maybe it's just because of the anti-depressants." as i said walking away, just before I turn around to get back to class she grabbed my arm and added some words.
"please don't overdoze yourself when you're feeling like this okay? i'm here. I can be a crying shoulder."
"yes mrs miller, thankyou for being there when my mom isn't.? I wiped my tears and hugged her, then I left to get back to class, when suddenly someone yelled from behing sounded like some familiar voice.
"missed me hewwit?"
jasmin's pov :
"missed me hewwit?" I asked chuckling from behind her.
"ohh my god zbib! how'd you get here you crazy ass bitch?! i really did miss you!" she was really surprised. she came running towards me and gave me a massive hug. I really intented to came here in the middle of their class. and i was in the good timing. my parents knew that she was the reason why I transfered to another school.
"come! I'll introduce you to my classmates." i was with her, and we kept talking and talking on how me missed each other, as I noticed about her, she was feeling kinda heavy, and her eye bags were full. I can clearly guess she's crying, and even in the middle of the class she's outside from maybe, the office. maybe she got scolded by the teacher. I wouldn't bother to ask. I just don't wanna ruin our day.
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