forty-one

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BRIELLE

To say I hated school was an understatement, school sucks at the minute. Every time I walk into the old building, I want to crawl into a hole and die.

People whisper about me, calling me a drug addict and a slag every time I walked past them due to josh's post that Maddie and Ryen kindly reposted.

Ben feels guilty, shouting at people whenever they whisper in class loud enough for me to hear. Saying foul shit that makes me want to cry.

The last two weeks have been awful, depressing to say the least. I broke up with Grayson about a week and a half ago, and everything has gone downhill since then.

School started, Nona and Dielle came back from Albania and Grayson moved out. I stayed in my room when he left, knowing I couldn't face him.

After the fight in the kitchen, I couldn't bare to see him after I spoke the lies that broke both me and him. I saw it in the way he stared at me after, before he walked away and growled bull-shit at me.

I haven't seen him since, is it wrong to say I'm worried? He hasn't come to school ever since he left my house, where did he go?

Did he get hurt?

Is he okay?

It's wednesday morning, and I'm stood by my locker with Leo. Who stands on my left, glaring at anybody who sends me dirty looks as they walk past.

My hood hangs over my head, as my head also hangs down. Nobody talks to me, nobody wants to be friends with me. They don't want anything to do with me.

Leo's the only person who's actually talking to me, being nice. Not being horribly rude and making me feel like shit.

"I heard she's was a drug addict," Someone whispers from a few lockers down to her friend.

They make it obvious they're talking about me, their eyes focusing on me and barely hushing their voices. It's as though they want me to hear.

"Like Rue from euphoria?" The other one gasps.

"Worse. I heard she slept with four guys at once after taking a load of drugs."

My head hangs even lower as I look away, hoping that my ears magically close up and I can't hear the stuff people say about me.

"Ew. Gross, what a slag."

I blink several times to push back the stinging feeling in my eyes, but it's no use. A tear slips down my cheek.

Turning around, I lean my head against the locker and close my eyes. Hiding my face from everyone walking past, but they all know it's me, the disgusting slag from London.

"Is he here?" I ask Leo, waiting for an answer to the question I've asked every day since we've been back at school. It's only three days, but still I'm worried about him.

Like really worried, I should have asked Ben to find out where he was going to stay. What he was doing. But apparently Ben hasn't seen him since he left our house.

Not even been at hockey training, which was odd and makes me worry even more.

"I don't think so," Leo says, filling my body with disappointment. Another tear falls out, but I'm not entirely sure why, maybe it's this whole situation.

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