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20 | Catfight

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I sneezed for the billionth time, my nose runny and my eyes watered. Maybe I was well on my way to pneumonia.

Fuck Logan for jinxing it, I muttered under my breath as I pushed past a group of preppy girls streaming out of the washroom. I swear to God they were performing some vanity cult practices in there.

Vanity, huh?

That was something I will never have. There's nothing for me to be conceited about. Not my terrible grades or supportive parents. Most definitely not my maimed back.

My back.

Nobody must know what happened.

Not even Logan.

Thinking back on yesterday's events had me chewing my inner cheek. Things were going so well. Why must I run away? I could have played it cool and we'll be on our merry way to reacquainting with each other. Not building walls between us again.

Sighing, I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets when I stepped out of the main building as a slight breeze sent arctic shivers down my back. Halfway through the pathway to the science building, a wave of nausea hit me unsuspectingly, causing me to almost trip on the steps as my vision blacked out momentarily. I stopped and tightened my grip on the railing as I waited to regain my sight.

I knew I was screwed the moment I opened my eyes to see my bedroom ceiling started to get trippy this morning. My head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, slowly suffocating my brain when I sat up from my bed.

As much as I hated to admit it, I wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the bunch when I sprinted off from Logan's apartment during the downpour on a whim. Not to mention eating ice cream like Olaf craved the summer, I was bound to fall sick.

Yeah. Adrian and common sense aren't exactly BFFs.

With wobbly steps, I slowly made way to the entrance and trudged to the chemistry laboratory. I sighed in relief when I finally reached the room. Any longer and I was sure I would crash to the ground.

The room was already bustling with hushed whispers and stifled snickers when I pushed through the double door. They had their backs facing towards me, some of them tiptoed to get a clearer view while others sat on the tables for a better vantage point.

All surrounding two people. Like a gladiator standoff in the Colosseum.

Ugh, violence isn't really my thing, I mused as I ignored the commotion and focused on getting to my seat before the second wave hits me.

I groaned when I noticed that the access to my seat was blocked by two boys. Two obnoxious, drama-thirsty assholes.

Shit!

Sometimes I hated how people crave for drama to spark some joy in their miserable, dull lives.

Swallowing my frustration, I craned my neck to the side to see they were Roy and Gavin whispering animatedly at the scene before them. Gavin was making a bunch of gestures at the 'gladiators'. Meanwhile, Roy was nodding his head at Gavin's words.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought they were analysing some sports match.

"You bitch!" a shrill voice cut through the murmurs. Everyone stilled their activities at once and waited for the climax to unfold.

Gavin too stopped his wild gestures immediately and focused his gaze on the girl who screamed. As much as I hated the hypocrisy, my curiosity was piqued like a cat enticed with a feather toy.