chapter 2

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At school i'm not the most popular girl, but people knows who i am. Today it is monday 3th, it's raining outside, people don't seem to mind the rain well i don't either it's pretty normal that it rains a lot here. My first class is my gym class witch i hate, my gym teacher is the worst. The only thing i like about my gym class is that i get to spend time with RM he's so sweet and.... i snap back out of my mind by the sound of his voice saying "hey bby" "hi ..." i reply back "is something wrong" he then asked me, i panicked in my mind, what was i going to say to him "hey actually no my dad abuse me everyday and im afraid of telling people about it so no,no i'm not okay" of course i wasn't gonna say that to him, but i considered it for a second. I ended up saying i was okay and that nothing was wrong, idk if he believed me or not btu i hope he did. 

It was now lunch time for some reason, all the girls keeps on hanging up and down on RM witch of course i wasn't happy about it, but what could i do. Normally we would go and sit down at the same tabel everyday, but for some reason today was different, RM took my hand at walked out of the school, when the girl's keep't  following us he asked them to stop. This behavior was weird even for me. He just keep't on walking, he finale stop after we had walked like 2 km. He just stood there looking at me  "look Y/N..you know i love you, a lot. I just need to know if something is wrong?" i just stood there looking at him...lost for words i wasn't gonna tell him what was wrong...was i ? NO! "yeah i just had a bad morning, that's all" i just smiled at him he pulled me closer to me and hugged me, he gently moved my hair and said "that's good, i was worried that something had happened.." i didn't say anything we just hold hands and started walking back to the school. At the school all the girl's was standing outside...waiting for him, i looked sad down at the ground. He let go of my hand and walk closer to them and sayed...

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