When Monday morning came, a part of me was excited to go to school to see Cyrus. I texted him on Sunday but am still waiting to receive a reply. It's fascinating Cyrus usually replays to me. He must have been busy yesterday.

I was walking into school, and the warm heat felt so good. I am very chilled from the winter wind. Winter break was days away. So, the students seemed extra load and rowdy.

Walking to the first period, I could feel eyes on me as I passed people. When I walked into class, I swear to god so many people turned away to not even look at me.

Okay, something is up. I pulled my chair out to sit down. I look over to Rachel. She looked awake for once this morning. She must not have had practice this morning.

I lean over to her. "Is there a reason why people keep looking at me? Do I look bad or something?"

Rachel turns to face me, moving her eyes up and down. "You look like your usual self to me. She looks around the room to face me again. I see what you mean: people keep looking at you. I wonder if there is a rumor about you." she says calmly.

"A rumor!? If there is one, I hope it's not too bad. Can't people leave me alone? It's already bad enough I had Mia on my bad side." I joke.

"Well, at least you know the most bitchy girl in school hates you," Rachel reports.

"That's true. Even though I don't like having enemies."

Right when the bell rang, Cyrus walked in. His hair seemed extra messy today. He was wearing a cartoon shirt today. I have never seen him in that type of shirt. He usually wears a button-down or a polo shirt. He had light jeans on that had a hole on the right knee. While walking up the aisle to get to his seat, he looked down the whole way.

He did not look at me or even greet me when he sat. "Cyrus, you look like you rolled out of bed, and a zombie walked here today." I joked to him.

He turned to look at me and just stared at me. "Not in the mood." Then he turned to face forward in his chair. I was shocked he always had a comeback for me. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I see," I noted.

Cyrus got up from his chair and turned to face me. He then put his hands on the table in front of me. He stared into my eyes. His eyes looked dark today, like part of the happy spirit was gone. "I don't want to hear anything from you! After what you did." he rasped.

I tilted my head in confusion. I had yet to learn what he was talking about. "Cyrus, what are you talking about?" He stared at me angrily, though he could explode right there.

"I am not playing games, Lune. You know what you did, so please leave me alone. I have nothing good to say to you right now." then he turned away from me and sat in his chair.

I sat there, blinking my eyes in confusion. I am so lost right now. I felt a bump on my left arm. I turn to face Rachel. Rachel speaks low so no one can hear her. "Did you and Cyrus have a fight or something?"

I shook my head. "No, we didn't. The last I talked and saw him was on Saturday at his party. He was all happy and smiled then. I have no idea what's going on."

When Lunchtime came, it was as if the whole school was looking at our table. "That's it. I need to know what's going on." I started to get up before Kavin told me to sit.

I sit back down in my chair. I narrow my eyes at Kavin. "You know what's going on, do you?" He shrugs in his chair a little. Then he looks over to Anna like he is calling for help. I snap my attention to Anna. "Anna, what's going on?" I look at her so painly intense.

Anna signs. "I am surprised you have not heard about it." She pulls out her phone, scrolls for a minute, then passes her phone to me. "The site students use to talk. It's like a blog board. There is a post on there saying you have only been around Cyrus to use him to go to his fancy party, and the goal is not even to be a friend to him. That you wear faking it and using him."

I grab her phone and start to read the post. Anna was right. There were mean things here, saying I used Cyrus to attend his party. Then, the action to one day become his girlfriend. Then, I planned to dump him later on.

I was so mad that someone wrote this about me. This post even talked about how we met in the library for our project and our little ice skating one day after school.

Whoever wrote this was spying on me and Cyrus. Rachel learned over my shoulder and read with me. "Fuck this person for writing lies!" I bang on the table.

I look up from the phone. "I hope you guys don't believe this. It's not true. I never planned to use Cyrus or scam him."

"We know Luna." Emma chimed in.

"Of course, we did not believe in this bullshit." Kavin waves a hand.

"It sounds nothing like you," Anne exclaimed.

My face turned white. "This makes sense as to why Cyrus treated me so coldly today this morning. I need to tell him It's not true." I start to get up from my chair again. This time, Rachel pulls me down back to my chair.

"What?! I need to tell him this stuff is not true!" I snapped

"Luna, if you go over there, Cyrus will not listen. Earlier today, He made it clear that he had nothing to say to you. You need to let him cool off for a couple of days, then try to talk to him." Rachel says, still holding my arm.

I signed. "Fine, you're right. I want to make this straight, but I will let Cyrus cool off. Hopefully, he will let me talk to him in a couple of days."

Anna walks over to my chair and hugs me. "Everything will work out. I believe it will all work out in the end."

Hopefully, Anna was right, but I still could not stop thinking about how Cyrus must feel now. I hope a part of him will realize that it's not true.

Days have gone by. People have stopped looking at me around school. Then again, finals have begun, so people don't have time to keep looking when studying is needed to pass these evil finals.

On the last day of school before winter break, The school is in an entirely silly, chill mood of kids freaking out or burnout from all the tests.

I had not talked to Cyrus since Monday, when he told me to buzz off. By the way, it has been tough not to speak to him. I see him thrice daily in science, lunch, and drama classes. Whenever I see or run into him, he does not even make eye contact with me. He dashes away from me before I can even say hi to him.

I want to talk to him! I may get to speak to him since today is the last day before winter break.

When drama classes rolled around, I decided I would try to talk to him after class. When Mr. Fairchild came in, he had so much energy I was so tired from studying all this week.

The final drama can't be that bad to end on the last final day. I was right. The test was super easy! I know all of it. The time I finished with my test, I turned it in. I realized I was the first student to complete the test.

After finals, we were free to leave when we finished the test. I wanted to talk to Cyrus, so I decided to wait outside the classroom to wait for Cyrus. As students finished their tests, they had to walk by me exiting the room.

Twenty minutes went by. I heard the door open and then close. I looked over to see Cyrus. He was in mid-step, frozen. He just stared at me. He was probably not expecting me to be here waiting.

He started to walk again and even passed me. I turn to him. "Cyrus." He paused—his back to me.

"Cyrus, can I please talk to you?"

He turned his head to look at me. "What if I don't want to hear what you have to say?"

That comment made me mad. "Seriously! You are not even going to listen to what I have to say. You're just going to assume what you heard was true!?"

He is fully facing me now and walks closer to me. "I don't have to believe anything. I know the facts and don't want to hear your side. I need time to think." He started to walk away from me again. "See you next year, Luna." he quietly says, walking away quickly, hearing his steps despair into the distance.

At that moment, I wanted to scream or even hit something. How can Cyrus still not want to talk to me?! Like, are you serious?!!!! Aaaa, Why are boys so complicated? Just talk to me! I cover my hand on my face. My chest hurts. I feel like I can't breathe. I feel a tear run down my cheek. I feel hurt. It's a little funny. This time, Cyrus is the one with the walls up. I can't give up.

When we return from winter break, I hope he will finally hear my side and talk to me.