Chapter 3

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A couple days later...

I'm sitting in my German class quite on time today. I'm the first one who walked in. I actually really liked learning German because languages were the only subjects in school I was good at.

Suddenly the boy from a couple days ago walked into my class. And sat down next to me.

At first he didn't notice me. He lay his books down on the table and was looking around the class. I turned my head to the other side just hoping he wouldn't see me. ,,Oh hey" Shit. I turn around acting like I didn't noticed he was sitting next to me all the time. ..Hey" I said with a joyful voice. ,, I'm still sorry for last Monday, I was surprised by your presence and I didn't saw you. But now I can't get you out of my head anym-" is what he says and getting quitter at the end. ,,Don't worry I'm alright" but then I realized what he was saying at the end. ,,Wait what did you just day'' ,,Oh nothing. Never mind'' I'm looking at him in a surprising way and he starts smiling at me. I just grin and then look at my table because I kinda felt mortifying. Then I notice all the little paintings on the table. They say 'Abigail is a slut'. Abigail is my name by the way. Why do they write all that stuff? Do they like hurting people so much they get depressed of it? I hate my life!!!

All the other assholes and bitches walk into the class room and sit down around the seats around me. I feel them staring at me. And also that boy is staring at me. I'm still trying hard not to cry. To read that offensive messages did really hurt me and I just wanted to cry.

,,Do you have a pen?'' The cute boy next to me asks me. ,,Sure, here you go'' ,,Thanks'' he winked at me. Okay this is a bit strange but I still like him. Also he's the only person who is nice to me.

After one and half hour the school bell rings and everyone's leaving the room. Me also when unexpectedly someone takes my hand and pulls me back. I almost run into him. ,,Here, I just wanted to give your pen back.'' He is still holding my hand. ,,Oh sure, thanks" I take the pen, look deep into his eyes smiling and then leave the room.

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