Chapter 9

Danielle's POV

I sat silently and brought out my history textbook on the table. The intention wasn't to read but to avoid Davis and his girlfriend. I didn't want to see them at all. Their presence makes my skin itch.

"Hi Danielle, you look like you're reading. Let me see, hmm, perhaps reading would make Davis like you back."

"Don't touch my things!" I yelled and yanked my textbook off her hand. She laughed and went away, Interlocking her arm with Davis whom I did my best not to look at.

"She couldn't even get to see his face," she said aloud, making the whole class laugh. I didn't mind it. I sighed heavily and started my school activities like I used to.

Concentrate, don't look back, write and understand. The aim was to move on from Davis and besides, I have a lot to think about at the moment. One of which is my stomach and how it hurts.

My body system just seems off. Perhaps I was purging, I needed to use the restroom. Just as I was about to stand up and leave, Mrs came into the clas