Tutoring the Bad Boy
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I am hurt, angry, sad, gloomy, bleak, wounded but I will smile and get over it.
I repeated it in my mind again and again as I smiled at my school friends. I remembered the lyrics of one of my favorite songs- Let it go. 'Don't let them in, don't let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.'
"Spill." I turned to a face a furious Logan.
"Logan." I chided.
"You look like a fucking zombie and I will not just stand here and watch as you destroy yourself." He stated, still fuming.