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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Please. Leave me alone.”
“Fine.” She shrugged. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Victoria walked away with a smirk on her face, and when I looked up, Miranda was gone.
Walking down the hall, I looked into the classrooms to see if that’s where she disappeared, and as I was about to open the door to FACS class, Jeremy put his arm out to stop me.
“Let her have some breathing room.”
“I need to tell her …”
He held up both hands. “She’s one of my best friends, and right now? She needs breathing room.”
Shit. He’s right.
Nodding, I turned and walked away. I’ll find her at lunch and see how she’s holding up.
Ethan, Richard, Dexter and Wally jogged towards me. “C’mon, Henry, we have time to shoot some hoops.”
I joined them jogging towards the gym and pushed everything from my mind except the hurt look on Miranda’s face when Victoria ambushed me.
Today already sucked.
The gym was always full in the mornings before the first bell rang. Sixth and seventh graders stayed in the back part of the room leaving the front part for us eighth graders.
Dexter passed a basketball to me, and we all took turns shooting. My friends made every basket they shot.
Me? I failed.
“Dude. What is up with you?” Wally elbowed me. “You usually nail the shot every time.”
“His girlfriend is back, and she probably blew him off.” Ethan laughed, went in for a lay-up and made his shot.
“What girlfriend?” Richard asked as he took his turn.
“You know, Holly Hobbie.”
“She’snotmy girlfriend.” I growled.
Ethan threw his head back, laughing harder. “No? But you want her to be.”
I hard passed the ball to him and went over to grab my backpack. “Later.”
Storming from the gym, I headed to my first class, deciding I needed to stay away from people today.
Every time the bell rang it gave me a small amount of solace to know I was that much closer to lunch.
I couldn’t concentrate in any of my classes, even more so in Mr. Bell’s history class. The past bored me to death, but when you added in his monotone droning, sticking a dull pencil into my ear sounded like a completely sane idea.
Thankfully, this was my last class before lunch.
I drummed my pencil on the desk while watching the clock when I heard him call my name.
“Henry?”
“Yes, Mr. Bell?”
“Am I boring you?”
