I have never humiliated myself as horrid as that and not cared at all. Because I finally had someone who cared, and understood. And it was mixed emotion tears that streamed down my too young face as I held onto him.
The teacher cleared her throat. What was her name again? She needed to shut up.
I reluctantly pulled back and sank into my uncomfortable school chair, wiping my face. Now no doubtly colored with ruined mascara. I didn’t care. Nope.
He too, turned and sat back down, but his eyes kept a steady hold on mine the entire period, despite the rude remarks from everyone else in the room.
Only a few more minutes now. I tensed as I waited for the bell, still focused on him. There it went – that hideous unsettling sound that awoke the slumbering students in this hell hole. He looked away for the first time at the noise. Without a second glance, he escaped the classroom before I did. Slightly cautious, I followed. He was gone…