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Pen Your Pride



I couldn't believe this was happening.

My cheeks were burning with embarrassment as I stood there, clutching my lunch tray in my shaking hands. I couldn't control the rapid pace of my heart while it pounded and resonated loudly in my ears.

They were all laughing—every single one of them. I wasn't sure why. I was completely blindsided. All I did was step in the room, and everyone in the cafeteria fell into hysterics.

Their eyes shot through me like daggers, and it felt as if I were an animal ready for slaughter. Even though Valerie was right beside me, I was completely singled out. The spotlight was on me, and there was no way to escape its scorching heat.

"Evelyn!" a sickeningly sweet voice cooed as a blonde figure emerged from the crowd. My jaw clenched, and my eyes narrowed. Grace Hawthorne—my ex-best friend and current best friend's girlfriend.

My eyes suddenly widened. Adam. Where is he?

Hastily, I whipped my head around in all directions, furiously scanning the faces of the rest of the student body. Each one held the same expression: complete and utter amusement. There was something I was missing here, and I never wanted to find out what it was.

My teeth gritted together as I brought my attention back to Grace. To think me and the girl who was now the head of this band of hyenas used to braid each other's hair at sleepovers.

Suddenly, the blonde placed a hand over her mouth to clear her throat while pulling a piece of paper from her back pocket. With a devious smile, she glanced up at me and then to either side of her before reading, "If only you could see that it's you and me. Me and you. If you could only see that I do everything for you while she—"

At that moment, my heart fell deep into the very pits of my stomach. I tried my best to tune her out. That's my song, I screamed in my head. That is my song. But how?

"Grace, stop!" I wished right then that I could've ripped my strangled cry out of the air. Without thinking, I threw my tray onto a nearby table and charged over to her to rip the paper from her manicured fingers.

As I got closer, Grace quickly spoke the last line of the chorus. "And baby, it's you. With me is just—" she let out a loud guffaw before she finished, "just where you belong." She looked up at me, a hard look plastered on her face. "Looks like we have ourselves a little composer. This wouldn't happen to be about Adam, would it?"

When Grace and I finally came nose to nose, I tore the page away from her. Doing my best to make it seem like I wasn't on the verge of a breakdown, I sneered, "Where did you get this?"

This song—she should've never been able to see, touch, or even hear about it. It was securely hidden in a notebook buried in the depths of my room. No one knew about that book except for—

Just then, I took the time to look away from Grace and survey the crowd again. Somehow, I spotted him, standing there behind a dozen kids. Adam's face was a pale red, and what seemed to be a disappointed expression dawned his features. He locked eyes with me, my desperate gaze begging him to save me and get me out of this mess. But when he looked away as if he didn't know who I was, I felt a sharp pang surge through my chest.

My glasses were beginning to fog up slightly, and my resolve was deteriorating. Oh god. My breathing picked up speed. This is not happening. Not here, not now. But internal pleading was not enough. Wetness rolled down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly.

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