𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫🖕🏻[01]

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It was the next day. I slept with the clothes Richie gave me. And I was so tired after I woke up. The whole night I couldn't sleep. I laid next to Olivia who slept of course and looked up. The only thing I could think about was Richie. He was so nice to me. "Oh my god April! You have to make yourself ready now!" Olivia whisper-screamed. "I'm to tired." I said and buried my face into my pillow.

"Just stand up already." she said. She was already done with everything. Her hair was in a ponytail and she already wore her clothes. I stood up and went into the bathroom. There were already my clothes. I put them on and came back into Olivia's room. "I'm done." I said tired. Olivia looked at me and nodded then. "We have to go now! Or we'll be late." Olivia said. She had already her bag and her phone. I nodded and we went downstairs.

At this time her parents were already gone for work. We went outside and walked to the school. But we didn't talk. Olivia looked at her phone and smiled and I looked down. It was hard for me not to fall asleep. We arrived at the school and Olivia put her phone inside her pocket. "Well I guess I see you at lunch. Hopefully." she said and hugged me. Then she walked away.

After a few minutes outside I started to walk. It was still so cold outside. I thought about the night. Why was Richie still in my head? What was it?

I went to my locker and unlocked it. Then I took my books and walked down the corridors. It was weird. There were no students and it was so quiet. I walked and walked until I heard loud noises from the cafeteria. I stopped for a moment and tried to hear what they laughed about. But it was to loud. So I started to walk again. My heart started to race a little bit. But actually I didn't know why.

After I walked past the cafeteria my heart stopped for a moment. My breath went so fast. I stood there and looked at the cafeteria. All the people that laughed there turned around. It was every student of this school. They all looked at me and laughed. Some people also pointed at me. Stan and his friends were in the front and they laughed even more. And aboved all those people who laughed at me was a poster. Not even a little one. It was the biggest poster I had ever seen.

And on the poster was a picture of me. On the tree. Without my clothes. I looked at it and I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I saw. They couldn't do that to me. Stan stood up and walked over to me. "Oh sweetie, it's just a little joke you know!" he said and smirked. I ignored him, still staring at the poster. I felt tears in my eyes and I felt terrible. I walked over to the poster and tore it from the wall. At this moment tears felt down my cheek.

I took the poster and threw it away. The people were still laughing at me. Then I ran to the bathroom and into a toilet. I locked the door and started to cry. More tears fell down my cheek and my eyes burned again. I couldn't go outside. They would laugh at me forever. This Stan was a monster. What was his problem? He didn't even know me.

I sat on the closed toilet for a while and tried to calm down. I felt dirty and weird. And after a while I noticed it smelled in the toilet. I stood up, unlocked the door and went to the sink with the big mirror. My face was red and my eyes too. I had enough. And I had english in a few minutes. I couldn't miss it after what happened. I took all my stuff and walked slowly outside the bathroom. The smell of dirty toilets was now gone. Almost no one was at the corridors so I just could sneak inside the class.

I hurried up because I didn't want to meet Stan or his friends again and walked into the classroom. After I came in everyone turned around and stopped talking with his neighbor. They stared at me and laughed. And they started to point at me again. I tried to ignore it and just sat down on my chair. Richie was also already next to me. He was pretty early again. But this time I didn't care.

I took my things out of my bag and placed them on my table. Then I took a deep breath and tried not to cry. Richie looked at me and then I felt his hand on my back. "Hey, are you ok?" he asked me in this soft voice again. I just nodded slowly and sniffed. "Are you sure?" he asked again. I nodded again. I didn't want to annoy him it was actually weird that he didn't know about it. I mean there was a big poster in the cafeteria.

"April, I know...." a loud noise interrupted him. It was the teacher. "Good morning class. Good to see all of you again." he said and sat down on his chair. Then the lesson started. Richie didn't talk to me again but he stared at me the whole time. It made me feel a little bit uncomfortable.

After a long lesson I literally ran outside. I went to the cafeteria and everyone stared at me. Some people laughed, some people whispered, some people pointed at me, some people looked at me in disgust. It was horrible. I went to Olivia who said at the window and looked outside.

"Hey." I said. I sat down next to her. She looked at me. "Are you ok April?" she asked. I heard she was worried. "I-I don't know. Did you see what happened?" I asked her. She nodded slowly. I looked down. "Go talk to a teacher April. I'm worried about you and I don't want to see you sad." she said. "I'm glad to have you. You're all I have." I said and touched her hand. I gave her a weak smile and she smiled back. "I'm not all you have April. There's is someone else that wants to help you." she said. I frowned at her. She hesitated.

"Eddie?" I asked. "No. I mean he's also there for you but I mean someone else." she said. I saw her a little bit smirking and after that I knew who she meant. "Richie." I said. "Yeah!" Olivia said. "No! It's not like that. He's nice. Sometimes. But he'a a fuckboy." I said.

Olivia looked at me with a weak smile again. "April be honest to yourself. That's all I can say. I mean look at him. Did you see how he looks at you? I know you love him." she said. I didn't answer and ignored it. "It's later. I should go." I said and stood up. "Sure. I'll see you after school." she said and smiled. Then I left the cafeteria. I ignored the people that stared at me.