Chapter 11

A few weeks have passed since I tasted Troy's harsh words. It was like my whole system was trampled by what he said before I left him outside the library. I'm fine. I'm fine. But because of that, I feel like I'm floating again, and I feel like I want to cry again because of the pain. It's really different when the person you love tells you no. It is hard to accept.

I chugged my Bear Brand milk, then stopped to throw it away. The bell is about to ring, and I still haven't fixed my appearance. I hurried into a hallway, stunned by the loud shouting. My forehead furrowed when I looked somewhere, and that's all I grimaced at. It's him. It's Troy.

"Abigail! Wait!"

He was gasping for air when he finally got close to me. And I was even looked up at because of his height.

"What do you need?" I asked coldly. I looked around because someone might see us. When I turned to him again, he was holding his chest. His hand still fluttered in the air while he fanned himself. Really gay.

"What do you nee