The Bad Boy Know-It-All

He's Back ✓

Amelia

After the incident in the bathroom, I waited until the bell rang in Morgan's father's office. 

He is like a second father to me. Morgan and I grew up together, and since she lives next door, we are constantly spending time together with our families.

Things like family barbecues, baseball games, ice-cream socials, and so on; we all did together. 

After the bell rang, I snuck into Mrs. Smith's classroom.

"Hey sweetheart, is everything ok?" I heard her ask. 

I did not have any words to say, as nothing was forming, so I simply nodded my head.

"Ya know, that boy really cares about you. Gage practically sprinted out of the classroom once he realized you had been gone for so long".

Oh-oh. If Gage had tried to find me, he might have seen me ugly cry, and then what would he think? I do not want Gage thinking that I am a cry-baby. 

That simply would not be good. If he saw I was with Lauren, then he might have joined in teasing me, and I don't know if I could take that or not. 

I really did find some truth to Lauren's words. I

t could have just been the anxiety speaking, but she did make a few good points, so there must be some kind of realness in what she was saying. 

As I was thinking these negative things, tears started forming in my eyes and falling down my cheeks.

I needed to get out of this building before I started balling in the hallways where everyone could see. So, I grabbed my things and went back to Mr. Ross' office, where Morgan was waiting for me.

As soon as I stepped into the office, I was embraced in a big hug by Morgan, and that was when the dam broke. My ugly crying had begun. 

Morgan had waited until the bell rang-- signifying that class had just started-- before she took her keys and pulled me out of the school building, yelling a quick 'goodbye' to her dad.

Morgan had started her car and put on some quiet music and just let me get it out before we pulled up to my house. I only lived a few minutes away from school, so the car ride was not too long.

When we pulled onto my driveway, I swiftly got out of the car before grabbing my stuff, and rushing inside. 

I was hoping that some of my nosey neighbors would not notice that I was home and start inserting themselves into my business.

Like can't they take a hint and realize if they have not introduced themselves after all of the years of living on the same street then they do not need to know why I am crying. . .

After I threw my stuff down on the floor, I went on a journey to the fridge, not even caring if Morgan was inside yet. 

I needed ice-cream first. I always need ice-cream first, but I really needed it today. I did not need Morgan seeing where I kept the ice-cream so I made sure she was distracted with setting up our 'sad days' area before I grabbed tubs filled with deliciousness. 

When we have sad days, we each grab a movie and junk food, along with fuzzy blankets and socks, and join each other on the couch.

Pretty soon, I joined her on the couch with our junk food, and she embraced me into a best friend hug, just letting me sob in her arms. 

Sometimes, my anxiety spikes for no reason and all I can do is cry after having a panic attack, but today there was a trigger. Well, actually there were two triggers.