06 | Ferrero Rocher Is Now My Favorite

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Paige

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Paige

AS I STEPPED in the hallways of my school I couldn't help but think that there was something odd today.

The hard, marbled tiles of Bennett Private were the only things that would remind me of how cold the school is but for some reason, today, it feels like the coldness was radiating off from the people surrounding me, I can't help but give a slight shudder from their stares.

Ever since I told Kenna and the rest that I like Milo... things kind of blew out. The news spread rapidly everywhere like fire. I wonder what they're currently thinking of me.

I hung my face down. Feeling the embarrassment creeping to my face.

Oh God.

What would Milo think of me? For sure, he'd already know that I have feelings for him. I can't face him at all!

Gosh, I am so stupid for letting my feelings overrule. Why did I tell everyone at the table that I like him? Why did I suddenly snapped at Milo for bringing Kirsta at the table yesterday? Why, why, why.

All of my actions yesterday seem to confirm that I do  have feelings for Milo and it's clear that I haven't moved on from him, yet. There was no doubt that he'd be assuming that I am crazy for him which is so not true.

Okay, scratch that, I do like him! I'd just rather deny these feelings of mine rather than show it all to the people.

Yeah, that's right. If anyone asks me if I hold feelings for Milo—just deny and act normal.

Just deny and act normal,

Just deny and act normal,

Just deny—

Fuck. I think I just saw Milo.

I could feel my heart beating so fast, so fast that everything that surrounded me was muted. All I can hear is the beating of my heart and Milo's footsteps—crazy, I know.

Is he walking towards me? Oh shit, oh shit. That can't be right.

As if on instinct, I slammed myself quickly to the steel  lockers. I hissed as my skin made a rough contact with it. A random student who was opening his locker to my right looked at me as if I had just got out of the mental hospital. I mentally rolled my eyes at his reaction.

I quickly opened my locker and pretend as if I was looking for something. It was good timing that I was around near my locker.

Someone tapped me by the shoulder. I jumped out in shock. I was, sort of, disappointed to see who was on my back.

It wasn't Milo. It was just Kenna.

My heart dropped. My eyes looked everywhere to find Milo's silhouette, he was across from me—talking with his friends.

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