The next day, I walked into my form room and sat straight at my table at the back of the room, ignoring the stares from my fellow classmates
“Who the hell do you think you are?” boomed Jessica, as she stormed to where I sat. I opened my mouth to try and speak. Before I could find the words, she shoved my table into me, nearly sending me backwards in my chair. Luckily there was a wall behind me to stop me falling.
“Listen you freak!”
I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. My ribs were hurting from the impact with the table, and I was turning beetroot from everyone staring and laughing.
“I want you to stay away from Sean. Don’t look at him or think about him, and if you see him, you best walk the other way!”
Sean? That was his name? The sound of his name gave me goose bumps.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Jessica pushed the table again. Not as hard this time, but hard enough that I had to bite my lip, to stop from crying out. “Do I make myself clear?” She leaned forwards and glared at me, all I could do was nod.
Then she turned to walk back to her own table, just as Ms Forrester walked through the door.