Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 21

    If he wanted me then why would he sleep with Lacey? Maybe he told Lacey something similar so she would sleep with him, or maybe he didn't even have to tell her anything at all. She was already crazy about him. 

    Before I know it the bell rings and I hurry  to get my things together.   I want to leave as fast as possible and just get to my last class on time. I slip my bag onto my shoulder and push in my chair before making my way towards the door.   

    Ms.Thomas clears her throat as I walk past her desk before she calls me out.

"Grace! Wait. I need you to speak with you for a few minutes." She says.

    I mentally roll my eyes. I just want to leave this class and Ms.Thomas only prolonged it further. 

"You also Logan." She calls out among the sea of students desperately trying to leave. 

    I watch as Lacey untangles herself from around Logan's arms. She pouts at him and whispers something in his ear that makes him smirk.  I tear my eyes away from the two and bring my attention back to Ms.Thomas who waits patiently for Logan. 

    When the classroom finally lets out Ms.Thomas points for us to sit in the first two seats in front of her desk. I huff quietly but take a seat none the less. Ms.Thomas walks in front of her desk and looks at us while crossing her arms. 

"Logan do you take this class as joke?" She asks with a frown on her face. 

    I squirm uncomfortably as she continues to scold Logan on his absence and I begin to wonder why she asked me to stay back if all she's going to do is nag at him. Logan snickers at a few of her comments and mostly gives smart remarks.

    Silently, I tap my fingers against the desk and stare at the board. Not until I hear my name come out of Ms.Thomas's mouth do I snap my head in her direction. 

"What?" My voice interrupts their dispute.

"Grace, I think you deserve an apology. Because of Logan and his lack of ability the come to class you almost failed." Ms.Thomas calmly replies, eyeing Logan with a disapproving look. 

    My eyes dart between the two of them, my chest burning with nervousness after being put on the spot. 

"Oh- No. He doesn't have to do that." I denied looking  away.

"Grace I insist that-" Ms.Thomas starts but I cut her off.

"It's fine, He came and now I'm not failing and neither is he so can I please just leave?" I rush quickly. Ms.Thomas sighs and allows me to leave. I shoot up out of my seat and hurriedly make my way outside of the classroom. 

    I release a big breath and quickly walk in the direction of the bathroom. My head was now doing olympic class gymnastics and I needed to take a moment. 

    As soon as I make it into the bathroom I drop my bag on the ground and look at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes clearly display my tiredness and my hair framed my face in a frizzy manner. I wet the tips of my fingers under the sink  with cold water and rub them around my eyes. 

    It soothes me for a few seconds, the coldness contrasting against my warm skin. When I open my eyes it seems I've only made my appearance worse. The area around my brown eyes were now red and puffy. I tuck a piece of hair away and breathe heavily.  

    I bend down and grab the water bottle inside of my bag. Taking a few sips of the tasteless liquid and breathing in and out for a few minutes calms me down a little bit. I take it as a sign to be able to go to class.