You arrive at school, you feel slightly better than yesterday. Your problems didn't go away, but you let out some of the stress you accumulated during last week.
Jessica told you to meet her at the cafeteria later, you don't know if you'll actually talk about anything but it's good to have a friend to eat with. As you pass the portal you hear people talk about the big exam coming up. You're jealous, if only class could be your only issue right now...
You enter the classroom, there aren't many students yet. You sit at your desk and get your phone out. You see someone in the corner of your eye. As you take a more precise look you see something very shocking. Your phone falls on the ground as you stare with your mouth open. The person in question semi-hidden in the entrance of the classroom is Benjamin, he approaches you after having been seen.
"Benjamin? Y-you! What happened to your hair!" You say with a trembling voice. He plays with the end of one of his blue locks.
"You like it? I dyed it this week-end! I'm changing my style a little." His hair now going down his back is dyed a vibrant light blue.
This means... that you were right. This Friday you wrote that he was gonna dye his hair blue and here it is. The proof you really didn't want to see.
"Fuck. FUCK!" You catch your head with your hands. It's all your fault! You're really guilty! How are you gonna fix this?
"What's wrong John? Are you okay?" He looks at you distressfully.
"I'm not okay. I'm not okay-" He stops you as he puts your head on his small chest and starts petting you.
"Shh... Everything is fine, you're going to be alright." You're starting to settle down.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault." He grabs your head and makes you look up to his girly face.
"It's okay John, I don't know what you did but everything is okay."
---10 minutes later---
You are finally calm, you weren't expecting to have a panic attack just after telling yourself you got better. Benjamin has gone back and class is starting.
You hope your little scene won't start another rumor, you need to wake up for real. Crying will only worsen things, however, you do feel less emotionally stable than before, is it another rumor you started by mistake?
Your thoughts are interrupted as Miss Gonzalez announcing the arrival of a transfer student. You sigh as the Asian goth enters the class.
Of fucking course.
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