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We made it to class and sat down. Of course we got stares but I tried to ignore them as much as possible. I turn to face Grey, he sits behind me.

"Hey Grey?"

"What?"

"Why don't you mind getting stared at?" I ask him. He smiles at me.

"I don't know? Why do you mind people staring at you?" he asks me.

"I don't know, probably because I feel strange, I feel uncomfortable. I can hear their voices whispering in my head. Such judgy voices. I don't like being judged." I say. I noticed I was looking away. I turn back to Grey looking at me, with sincerity.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I ask.

"You're so adorable, I wonder why you care what people think?" he says. I felt like something just poked my heart. It was just a simple question but why did it hurt me?

"Diiing." The bell rang. I turned forward the board.

-TIME SKIP-

It's the end of the period. 2 more minutes till the bell rings. Grey hasn't talked to since that comment. He usually makes funny comments about the teacher and correcting him. He usually makes me laugh in class but for some reason not today. Why though? Was it what I said about me caring about others thoughts about me? I get strange voices, millions of them. I also get eyes everywhere. That I get the chills. It has started in middle school. I remember how it exactly began.

"Diiing." The bell rang. But it was a long ring in my head. I wrapped my hands around my arms. Basically hugging myself. I couldn't stop shaking.

"Celine?!" Grey yells sort of, right next to me. I open my eyes and look at him, but scared.

"Are you crying?" Grey asks me. I let go of an arm and feel my face, wet.

"Let's go somewhere private." Grey says. He stands me up from my seat and pulls me while running.

"Grey! Where are we going?" I ask. We are running toward the parking lot. I ask myself what's in the parking lot. . . His car.

"Grey! Where are we going?" I ask again. But was once again, ignored. We were finally outside. Why is he doing so much? He opened my door and pushed me in, but softly. He slams my door. He runs to his door and jumps in.

"Let's go!" he yells while turning on the engine.

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