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20: Freak Outs

Wow. This class was so excruciatingly boring.

I took notes of what the teacher was writing on the board, but that didn't mean that I was really paying attention.

I honestly couldn't care less what Mr. Baxter was saying. It's like the third time he's had to reexplain the Pythagorean's Theorem.

I learned this in eighth grade. Now I'm in a grade twelve class and people still don't know this.

Wow people really can be that stupid.

My mind began to wander as I quit taking notes.

How had my life been flipped upside down in the matter of only a few months?

My dad lost his job. Two almost complete strangers moved in to my house. I had gotten in to a relationship almost as fast as I got out of it. My best friend was pregnant with our best friend's brother's baby. And I was starting to catch feelings for a guy that I live with that has absolutely no interest in me.

A wave of emotions started to flood over me.

I was confused.

I was scared.

I was upset.

And I felt so terrified.

I'm not sure why, all of a sudden these emotions crashed in to me. But I felt the lump in my throat.

I tried to swallow it, but I started to feel the prickle of tears in my eyes.

I raised my hand up in the air.

"Yes Miss Scott?" The teacher asked.

"May I go to the washroom?"

He nodded.

I stood from my seat and left the classroom.

My pace quickened as I headed for the bathroom.

The salty tears spilled from my eyes, as I turned the corner.

The third floor of the school only had one bathroom.

And it was far from my geometry class.

As I turned the corner I bumped in to someone.

"Sorry." I muttered not even looking up at who it was.

"Hey," They said, grabbing my elbow so I couldn't walk away. "What's wrong Ashlyn?"

I looked up in to his grey eyes.

Great, Caiden had to see me like this.

"Nothing." I replied, wiping the mascara from my face.

"Well that's a lie." He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the teacher bathroom.

Opening the door, he grabbed my by the waist and picked my up. Gently he set me on the sink counter.

He grabbed a paper towel and handed it to me.

I sniffled as I cleaned the makeup off my face.

"Now," He stood in front of me his tattooed hand leaning on the counter. "What's wrong?"

I thought for a moment.

"I-I don't really know. It's just like everything and nothing." I tried to explain.

"It's just like so much is happening and it just sunk in and I don't know what to do. Everything is a huge disaster-" I quit rambling when his hand covered mine.