Hey guys,

Am dedicating this chapter to dangerousliason. she actually made by day by helping me figure out some stuff about my book. This is my favorite chapter. I wrote it with a smile on my face the time and am dedicating it to her as a thank you.

I was crying when I heard some footsteps coming towards me and so I quickly became alert silently wondering who it was. As the footsteps became louder , so did the figure. I wanted to jump and hide myself but I also wanted to know who it was so I decided to stay where I was. As the figure became clearer I discovered that it was the hooded guy; the guy I was staring at. I don't know why but knowing it was him my stomach started feeling funny and I quickly wiped my tears off not wanting him to see them.

I still didn't know what his name was so I didn't bother asking him why he was here and instead turned to go although I didn't want to, only for him to stop me."Wait!" he said and lightly touched my right shoulder to stop me.

I stopped and turned to face him and with the brave face I said "yes?" although I knew I was far from brave.

"You dropped this," he told me while bringing forward his right hand holding my diary. Immediately I saw it, i quickly made movement to take it but before I could do so he removed his hand from my face with a smirk on his face.

Hey!" I angrily told him, "didn't your mom ever teach you to never touch a girl's diary?"Immediately I spoke those words, I regretted it . I felt guilty when his smirk changed to a frown. I know it was rude to say that to him but that diary is my everything, It has all the important stuff that relates to me and so I can't tolerate anyone touching it.

"Am sso...?" I started but he cut me off."Save it! I don't want to hear your fake sorry and next time don't bring my mother in any conversation if we ever have any," he angrily told me.

Now whatever he said made me feel guiltier and the thought of never speaking to him really made me... I didn't even want to think about it.

"Hey at least listen to me. I know it was wrong for me to tell you that, and am really sorry but it's just that my diary is very dear to me. Many people keep diaries and write their stuff in it and am one of those people. I really hate it when people hold my diary as some can go as far as opening it." Am sorry OK," I found myself blubbering words to him. I could not stop myself and soon I felt tears coming out of my eyes. "It always gets personal for me when someone touches it," I finished and dropped myself on the ground crying.

I don't know why I got emotional but it looked like it really touched the hooded guy because he quickly rushed to my side and held me while whispering soothing words to me .

"Hey Adrianna, don't cry, am sorry OK, am sorry," he whispered to me."

"Its OK," I silently replied, "Am sorry too. I shouldn't have spoken that way with you. I just can't help it."

"Hey didn't I say it's OK, no more sorrys for today OK? I got angry because my mother is dead. She died of cancer, and when you mentioned her you reopened old wounds and that's why I got angry."

"OMG!"I am sooooooooooooooooo sorry I didn't know, am sorry."

"Ha-ha, Adrianna I said its OK, and what did I just say about sorrys?"

"No sorry," I answered and the same time the bell rang "riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing."

That's when I discovered that I was halfly sitting on him so I quickly stood up with a sorry and started dusting my jeans for when I sat on the ground. After doing so, I looked down to give the hooded guy a hand up and a thank you only to find a piece of paper where he was sitting. I picked it up and started reading it while making my way to the bathroom.

*Tears don't suite you, Adrianna and don't worry, I know how personal a diary is so I did not read it, you accidently dropped it when you bumped into me but you never noticed.*

*Ash*

After finishing reading the letter, I closed it and kept it somewhere safe, in the hidden zip in my bag and entered the washroom. It's not that I don't want anyone to read it, I just don't want to lose it. I quickly washed my face and reapplied my usual makeup not wanting to get late for Mr James's class, History. He actually made fun of me just because  I didn't answer one of his silly questions. who does that? After reapplying my make up I made my way to class and thankfully I reached two minutes early and chose a sit at the back.

Some minutes after, I looked around for Ash hopping he was in this class but I did not see him. He really surprised me today for being able to calm me down. For months now, since that incident, no one has ever succeeded in calming me down even if I was just crying. I quickly discarded  my thought afraid of  having another attack especially in front of the class. They would all look at me different  thinking am  a lunatic. It happened at my old school. It was so embarrassing. I can still remember that day:

"Hey Ann, called Jo,  "I won't be able to attend History class with you. There's something I got to do OK, don't wait up for me."

Jo was the definition of the best  friend ever. He  was always by my side, giving me a shoulder to cry on and so on. He was the only person I ever talked  to about my problems, but he knew nothing about what John was doing to me. I was afraid of his reaction. No one knew.

The bell for the next class had rang so I made my way to English and sat at the back. Some minutes into the lesson, my phone buzzed but I just ignored it thinking it was my mom knowing she will understand .Five minutes later, listening to the English teacher's boring lecture my phone buzzed again. Due to my boredom I decided to pick it up only to drop it down after reading the name of the caller. I could feel tears forming in my eyes but I quickly wiped them off not wanting anyone to see them but they seemed to have  a mind of their own and soon my body started shaking . I tried to stop it by thinking of other stuff but the only thing that came in my mind was John. Thinking of him made my shaking worse. I felt as if someone was choking me and soon found myself falling from the chair. I placed myself in a corner with my hands around my body shaking, forgetting where I was. I could feel the stares of my classmates and soon someone was called and carried me. I fell unconscious. After sometime, when I opened my eyes I found myself in the nurse's room. I was confused as to why I was there and why I had a massive headache but I just discarded the thoughts and  with a lot of pain, i stood up from the bed and got out of the nurse's room  making my way to my locker.

As soon as I  stepped foot on the corridor, whispers  began. Some people were pointing fingers but i did not care knowing it was a usual thing *people pointing fingers at me, whispers* . I started becoming worried when some started  laughing shouting words like lunatic and mad and the rest were giving me pity looks. That's when it came to my mind.

"they know," i silently thought."

I quickly wiped my tears and looked forward at the blackboard listening to Mr. James giving out an  assignment not wanting to think about my life back then.

"Class, i  want a  one page essay  by tomorrow about any important character you know and what you think about  it, fail to do so..." Mr. James shouted and made his way out.

The whole class  groaned knowing that Mr. James was the one teacher not to mess with and made their way  out in hurry probably rushing to the cafeteria.

I packed my bag and made my way to the cafeteria.

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