...14...

As I walked into the locker room, I pressed my pin to open my locker when I get shoved softly against my locker. I look up to see the face I have been avoiding for days now. Dark gray eyes looking deep into my eyes.

Maxwell

" Can I help you?. And you are squeezing me " I muttered before he let go.

" Sorry I just really need to talk to you " he said scratching his head. Oh I missed his smell.

" Sorry but I don't want to talk to you " I said to him before picking my literature tablet.

" Scar just hear me out " he said holding my hand.

" Don't touch me." I hissed as I shoved his hands away from mine.

" And definitely don't follow me " I said before walking away from him towards the languages hall to literature class. Was I too harsh? I asked myself over and over again. I wanted to turn back and hug him and talk to him but I just couldn't. I sighed as I walked into literature class.

" Oh I hate my life " I yelled from the toilet to Stacey who was in front of the bathroom. Oh you must be