castros class****
"mattia stop playing footsies i'm not in the mood."
"sorry."
mattias view*
i think i'm starting to like priscilla but she just broke up with adam and i'm really flirty with her and i try not to, i try to be more comforting and more like a i'll be there for you whenever you need me and i'm here 24/7 typa person but i just want her.
the closest i can get to her is hugging her, reassuring her everything will be alright.
"i'm leaving early by the way."
"why?" i ask.
"i don't feel well."
"oh i'm sorry do you want a-?"
priscilla falls into my arms and cries.
"i-i don't know what to do. i'm hurting right now and i know it was the best thing to do but i-i'm hurting ma-atti-aaaa."
"i know i know and i'm sorry i really wish i could help you out even more but i feel like i can't."
i say while rubbing her back.
i feel her short arms wrap around my waist, he digging herself into me.
"please do still come over."
"no head for sure i'll be there after school right away don't worry."
"okay. thank yo-."
"priscilla?" castro calls out.
"yes?"
"front office, you're getting picked up."
"oh okay bye thank you."
"have a good day young lady."
"you too."
priscila looks into my eyes. you can tell she's hurting and she's wounded.
"i have to go bye." she mumbles.
before letting go i grab her once more hugging her even tighter, rocking her back and forth.
"i'm here okay. text me when you get home."
priscilla walks away, you can tell she's having a hard time standing up.
priscillas pov***
i'm having period cramps and well with that i just broke up with adam and i'm hurting all over.
