14 Days [EDITING]

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"It was nothing okay?"

I stood there shocked and watched as she took something from her bag and walked out of the class.

She looked.... pissed?

What I saw couldn't be nothing because I have never seen her this way before.

Bending down to take my shoes from under my table, I saw a folded piece of paper. It should have fallen out of her bag while she was taking her book.

I picked it, and out of curiosity opened it and read it. What I saw was quite strange. Was she being bullied again? And whoever could this person be?

I suddenly felt bothered. Well I couldn't help but feel bothered about it because we are....well I wouldn't say close, but good friends at least.

And who wouldn't be bothered about what seemed like a threat letter?

I put the paper into her bag, hoped for the best and left the class with what I came in for.

Sports today wasn't really how I expected it to be. Infact it was crappy and I don't even want to talk about it at all. I had to leave the field and move to the bleachers so I would be a bit calm.

I sensed a presence beside me but I was too far gone in thoughts to look at whoever it was.

"Hey Senior Matthew." Whoever it was greeted and I looked to my side to see a girl who should probably be in Ss1.

"Hey." I replied her and turned back to the activity on the field.

"Um, have you heard from Kamara?" The girl asked and I went rigid where I sat.

The good Lord knows how much self restraint it took me not to send her out of my sight.

I clenched my jaws hard and faced her, getting angry. "And why are you asking me this?"

She just shrugged. "Well you guys dated so I was thinking maybe you'd have heard from her." The girl said this so casually that it irritated me so much. I almost snapped at her. Thank God for self control.

With a tight smile on my face, I replied her.

"No I haven't."

She gave me a questionable look before speaking up. "Okay." And she left.

Suddenly, seating here and watching students on the field got so annoying for a reason I couldn't comprehend. Grabbing my face towel and my bottle, I left the bleachers and began the journey back to my class.

"Any problem?" A feminine voice asked and I turned back, ready to lash out at whoever it was that spoke but stopped when I saw a familiar face leaning sideways on the wall. She had on her sports wear and a huge black hoodie covering her face that I was almost impossible to see her properly.

But I knew who it was. Everyone in Forrester knew who she was. Ruby Onoja A.K.A "Black hoodie girl" and also my school daughter a teacher had assigned to me for whatever damn reason she had.