She sat down next to me and crossed her legs. "I don't think he meant what he said." I turned to see Colleen looking directly at the empty wall in front of us, a pensive look on her pale face. When I didn't say anything, she continued. "I saw what happened. You know, before you two separated. The way he was looking at you, I've never seen anything like that before. He loves you, Flora. He'll be back."
I sighed, wiping my eyes with my hands. "Thanks," I murmured softly. Colleen had a very kind voice. As she talked to me, it felt as though it was a mother comforting me rather than another student.
"How much more of second period is there left?" I asked, laying my head on my knees. Colleen shrugged. "About five minutes. I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick so I can make it in time to grab my stuff before the bell rings," Colleen said quietly, this time looking directly at me. "I think you should head back soon."
I nodded. "Do I look like I've been crying?" Colleen examined my face for a few seconds. "Barely. There's no blush or redness. You're eyes look a little puffy, though. Get your backpack quickly and no-one should be able to notice.
I smiled at her genuinely. Colleen smiled back, then started standing up. I got up as well, and we both walked the short distance to our classes. I moved a little faster, so we were both right next to the doors for our classrooms.
Before Colleen turned the doorknob, I called her name quietly. "What?" She asked softly. "Thank you," I said. And truly meant it. Colleen gave a curt, friendly nod and then opened the door to her class.
Ignoring the sudden rush of anxiousness, I turned the doorknob to my Geometry class.
Everyone's eyes darted towards the interruption. We were in the middle of a lesson. "Flora, where have you been?" Ms. Moran asked. It wasn't in a mean or strict way. Her tone was actually leaning toward kind and concerned above anything else.
"Bathroom," I mumbled and began making my way to my seat, ignoring the teasing, potty-related jokes being thrown my way. I could tell Ms. Moran was skeptical by the look on her face but nevertheless, I received the homework at the end of class, just like everyone else. The bell rang shortly after, and I picked up my backpack and left before anyone could have the chance to talk to me. I just wanted the day to be over.
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Onsra(Bittersweet Love)
Teen Fiction"Your boyfriend?" He asked roughly, almost accusingly. I nodded, feeling confused. "What will I say?" He frowned at that. "Tell him you're taken." I looked at him with blatant perplexity. "What?" "I want you to be mine." Flora Vargas moved schools...
