Next period was worst. IT is there. Gym. Why me? We sit in rows as the coaches do rollcall. Coach S. is done and she walks away. No, come back…please. Marcus sits behind me and starts talking to the guy there. I turn slightly to see my friend staring at him. She hates him too, but she doesn’t know the whole truth. I hiss at the guy behind me.
Me: Could you get him away from here?
Him: I didn’t bring him here.
Marcus: Yes you did. You dragged me here. I can’t leave now.
He isn’t speaking to me directly, but he knows I hate his voice for whispering all those days in my ear.
Me: Make him leave. I’m begging you.
Marcus: He was no power over me.
Him: Just go. She clearly doesn’t like you.
Marcus: That’s strange. I wonder why.
The guy is confused as Marcus leaves. He obviously didn’t hear the rumors.
Him: What’s so bad about Marcus?
Me: Could you please not say his name?
He turned and started talking to someone else. I was seconds from crying, IT shouldn’t be able to come so close.