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e droned on, but all I could think about was the way Gavin loo

at? Was it pity o

y, especially not his. I co

e events of the day. I glanced around the classroom, but Gavin was

students whispering. I caught bits of conver

eemed like some peop

he was pretty and had a good body. I couldn't help but compare myself to her-she h

something funny, and she laughed, playfully hitting his chest. I noticed his smi

ed under my skin, and I shut my

prepare for the week. The next day, I woke up with less

yperventilate. Peeing meant bumping into girls in the bathr

ed in, I was enveloped by the smell of different perfumes in the air. Three girls sto

hated her. She got a chance with Gavin-a chance I wouldn't ever g

dn't last

lationship seriously. He never had. But for some reas

reading too many r

in, and prepared myself to release when I heard those girls laug

ue shirt and black jeans I was wearing. My fake C

with Gavin last n

this school, is there?" I

here at Velmont." One of the girls, w

es; that weird girl can

kin. Why was I kidding myself by thinking someone who could se

could

th her-someone who only stares. But she is pretty,

er hands "Yeah. If you coul

. Tell me what wen

when he started sucking my neck-this spot here. I haven't felt anything like that

lready leaking from my eyes. I couldn't take hearing any more about w

f him touching her, and now sleeping wi

first, I thought it was a wall, but I looked up and found him-

anted to talk to. In his black and blue jersey, with his number "13" in edgy letters, Gavin wa

brush the tears from my eyes, but I stepped back, and his hand collapsed to his

evel of delusion, I would ha

h caused his helmet to fall on the ground. I expecte

nex

has always been my escape. I can express myself without words, and today, I needed

passed, and soon the classroom filled with chatter. I hardly no

can I j

is usual indecipherable expre

moment or ever. Unfortunately, my heart fluttered at the sight of his handsome face; there was something different ab

was a champion at an underground fighting club for two years

d that person and punch that asshole in the face

vin was an asshole, just like the

king nice

yr

at him calling my name.

e ask

soften,

sappearing. Unfortunately, before I could respond, Miss Lia interrupted in a harsh tone,

it's Miss Spencer. I am not bitter

er effort, not Gavin. He only kept his stoic face an

rt racing beyond control. Immediately, I removed my ha

eking on his cheek. If it was not hot ou

i

t more impossible than pretending you don't have herpes.

ry time I sense him watching me. The hairs o

d it fell to the ground. Lowering my hand to pick it up, Gavin

t wa

gnosed asthma condition. Gavin wasn't letting go. I l

d from his abruptly, my head bumped the table, and the contents