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This is kinda a filler chapter, so sorry!
But, anyways enjoy!!!
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I wake up the next morning feeling slightly better than I did yesterday night. Which means I don't feel like complete and utter shit.
It's a nice feeling.
My tape recorder is sitting on the floor, no longer recording. I'll have to buy new tape soon if I want to be able to use it.
I go to get ready for school. For my outfit I pick out something that I haven't really worn before. I may or may not have picked it out to impress a certain someone. It's a purple, long sleeved shirt with a few black studs here and there. I pair them with my favorite galaxy pants and high top converse and head off.
I walk outside and it's raining cats and dogs. No, not literally. What kind of town do you think I live in? Despite all the rain I still make it to school at my normal time.
I always arrive at school early, because it gives me time to get my stuff and head to class before everyone else gets here. And by everyone else I mean, Steve Carlsberg.
I walk into my first class which is chemistry and set my stuff down at my lab table. I missed this class yesterday so there is a few worksheets on my desk for homework. I'll have to ask someone for the notes later.
The first bell rings signaling it's time for class and students start to flood in.
I see my fellow students file into their groups. I look beside me and see the seat empty, as usual. Who would want to sit next to the loser?
I turn to face the front where the teacher is drawing some equation on the board when I here a voice behind me, "Is this seat taken?"
I turn to see the body that the voice belongs too and I freeze. It's him. Carlooos! He's looking at me expectantly and I remember that he asked me a question.
"Umm, yes. No wait! No! It's open," I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks. I try to push it back down and I'm pretty sure that I'm failing at it.
Carlos is still looking at me and chuckles to himself. He pulls the chair out and sits next to me.
I'm trying not to fangirl, but my hands are trembling because I'm so happy and excited.
I remember I have to borrow notes and turn to Carlos to see if he has the notes. He must've missed this class yesterday too, because his notes are blank like mine.
I decide to ask the teacher since we both needed them.
I raise my hand and speak when he acknowledges me, "Mr. Peters can I borrow someone's notes?"
"Sure Cecil, you can use Steve's notes." I look over at Steve who sits across the room. He looks up and smirks at me. Please don't do what I think you're gonna do.
"Mr. Peters I am not sharing my notes with that faggot! He'll probably write love notes on them or something!" He fucking did it. I feel the tears coming to my eyes and it doesn't help that Carlos is sitting right next to me.
I try not to look up. Try not to see all of the people laughing and snickering at me.
"Students! Students calm down and stop talking!" Mr. Peters exclaims, but the damage is already done.
I get up and leave the room, hearing various insults as I go. Among the insults I think I hear Carlos say my name, but when I turn around Carlos is just staring at his hands in his lap.
I leave the room with tears running down my face.
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Que Sera Sera,
Roza
