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wanted to be his, and feel his lips touch mine. Johnathan had managed to claim my thoughts and dreams already, and it’d just been three days.
    I didn’t want anyone to know how obsessed I had become with him, not even Blair. She was so eager to know what had happened between us, when we left the lunch room three days ago. But instead of telling her what happened in the stair well, I’d told her that we just walked to my locker, and I showed him around the school. I wasn’t sure she believed me, but it didn’t really matter because I told her not to mention him to me again. I pretended to no longer be interested in him, but she knew I still cared about what he did to a good extent. That's why she sent me a text this morning, telling me that she had something to tell me about him, she had obviously been doing a little digging around. Which sounded, just like Blair. She was always one to make sure I had all the information, even if I didn’t want it. She said she would come over today after school, so we could talk about it all, and I looked forward to that. But as of now, I sat in homeroom awaiting Johnathan Asshole Pierce’s arrival. I felt like my world was crashing, and it was all his fault . How could he make me feel the way he did, and it meant absolutely nothing to him? How is that even possible? He walked in the classroom as the bell rang, with a girl on his arm, and not just any girl, one of those tramps from before. As the shock covered me, I nearly burst into tears as she clung onto his arm, that same arm that was around my waist three days ago. I looked at him so hard, hoping that I had wizard-like powers, to make him evaporate into mid-air. But he never looked my way.
    This was bad… this was very bad. I had been rejected, and now replaced by a… tramp? OMG . All I could do was lower my head, and focus on the tablet that was on my desk. I stared at the words of the note I’d written to him, as the tears started to fall from my eyes. Drip…. Drop… They fell, smearing the ink on the page, destroying the feelings I had for him. I felt it all burning up... the day he arrived, the day he touched my hand, and the day he said those words to me. I packed up my bag, and left the homeroom class as quickly as I could, and went to the bathroom and cried. I'd never had someone deliberately hurt my feelings before, and now I had. I sat on the toilet seat, fully clothed, and submerged myself into my thoughts. How could it hurt so badly, when it’s still so fresh? What did I do wrong? How did it get to this? Did I imagine the whole thing? I sat and thought about it over and over again, the bell rang, and then some time later it rang again. I was missing class after class, but I didn’t care, I didn’t want to see him or anybody else.
    The bathroom doors opened and closed, students came and left, as I sat quietly in the last stall, way down on the left, crying. I needed a plan of action. There was no way I would let him get the best of me like this. I opened the stall and walked to the sink, I splashed some water on my face, and smiled to myself before I left the bathroom. I didn’t know what period it was, so I headed to my locker, and a few minutes later the bell rang. I checked my phone, and saw a message from Blair.
    “ Hey, are you in school today? Didn’t see you in history. Is everything alright?” –B
    Before I could type a response, she appeared at my locker, looking her normally bubbly self. “Hey, where were you?”
    “In the bathroom. I wasn’t feeling well.” I lied, but was it really a lie?
    “I can see. You look flushed, and your eyes are red. Are your allergies acting up?”
    “Yep, and also my period.” “Oh, do you have tampons?”
    “Yeah, I knew it was coming. So, let’s go to lunch.”
    “Let’s go.” She murmured.
     
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    After school, Blair came to my house as planned. We entered the townhouse, and I immediately knew that it was too quiet. I knew we’d