Chapter 2.2

The next morning, Angelica arrived at school later than usual. She dreaded walking into class. She dreaded seeing the new kid. That Christian who kept on trying to invade into her life and caused quite a scene. The first scene she got herself into since years. She had trouble sleeping last night simply because the whole thing kept on replaying in her mind, the scene of her shoulder slamming into his chest, kept on appearing.

Why? Why did this have to happen to her?

“Good morning Angelica, you’re a little late.”

Angelica kept her head down, only nodding slightly to her teacher’s words. She walked quickly across the room to her desk, refusing to speak a word. She quickly slipped into her desk and set down her stuff, deciding that it would be of her best interest to remain staring outside for most of the day. There was a hint of a flush in her face.

There were three commands the ran through her head like a never ending loop.

Don’t think about yesterday, pretend like nothing happened, and whatever you do, don’t stare at the boy.

The End

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