CHAPTER 6

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Once the bell rings I get up quickly handing my quiz over to the teacher and practically run towards the library. I take the book I borrowed last week and hand it over to the reception while I see Alex on the Geography section and I make him a sign to come over to where I am.

Once he is, we hide behind a really large bookcase so no one can notice us.

"I missed you."

He says while bringing his face to my neck taking me by surprise.

"I missed you too."

I say and bring his face up and I kiss him. It is a very different kiss than any other we ever had but the bell cuts us off.

"Do you want to meet later?"

"I don't know. I am out of excuses for going out."

"I can come over. Your brother and I are invited to this party tonight. I can sneak out and come."

"That sounds good. We'll talk later. I'll be late."

I say and give him a short kiss before storming out of the library running towards my class, to which I am late.

I knock but the teacher doesn't let me in. I can she her through the glass in the door. I leave and I decide to go in the field to watch soccer practice. Hypothetically for my brother but the truth is I'd love to see Alex in action. I walk to the stands and I sit in one that is very close to the field. But I don't see Alex in the field. He sits in the bench. With someone. It's a girl. Who is she? And why does he kisses her? Oh my god.

I sit there for a minute trying to understand what I am seeing. And when I do I try to hold back my tears. But it's pointless. I get up quickly so no one can see me and run inside to my locker picking up my things. I want to get out of here. I can't believe he did that.

I go to the parking lot and get in my car trying to get it started. Once it does, I drive towards home. I can't process what happened.

He told me he liked me. He told me he wanted to tell my brother. Why is he doing that? Why did he act like he cares?

When I am home I get in the house and run to my room. I lay in bed and the tears keep coming back. It is pointless trying to hold them back. I just sit there crying my eyes out. Crying for someone who lied to me. For someone...

My phone ringing distracts me. It's Tom.

"Hey..."

"Where the hell are you Anne?"

"I'm home."

"What happened? Why are you crying?"

"I am fine. Don't worry."

"I am coming home."

He says and hangs up on me before I could answer.

I go to my bathroom and wash my face to remove what's left of my make-up. Then I change into my pajamas and lay in my bed. After a bit Tom come and he just opens my door without even knocking.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Anne don't lie to me. You were crying. It's them isn't it? What did they do to you?"

"Nothing. It's not them. I am a bit stressed that's all."

"Anne I can..."

"No. You'll do nothing. Let me relax. I just need to relax."

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