Trouble St.

Chapter 23 ------------------- Problem solved or Problem created

Recap

"I thought you were different." I managed to whisper but my throat was dry of all the shouting i'd done.

At that moment, James looked up at me with his sparkling eyes but I quickly turned back to my walking. I could feel his piercing gaze on me along with other people in the park who was watching. I broke into a run not wanting to stay in this place for a second longer. I didn't know why but I felt like if I ran and ran that I would leave all my problems behind. Obviously that wouldn't happen but I continued hoping that the last year of my life was just a dream. It was then I cupped my hands in my face and noticed something wet. I was crying. The tears felt hot and my hands were now soaked in them. Was that how much I cried?

I finally stopped running when I didn't have enough energy in me left. I laid on a wall near me and continued to cry. I wiped my tears away with the back of hand.

Was my life ever going to be normal again?

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Chapter 23 ------------------- Problem solved or Problem created

The next day at school, I didn't know what to expect. I did my best to avoid everyone. After everything that happened after the match, I went home and buried myself in my covers as I cried and cried. I didn't know why I was crying but I just was.

I had received multiple texts from Angela and Zaynab but none from Alfred or James. As soon as I realised this, anger build up in me. They didn't offer any apologies, they didn't ask if we could solve things out. Heck, they didn't even talk to me. Why was I overreacting anyway?

I entered the school shielding my face from everyone. I didn't want to deal with anyone today but unluckily I had a few classes with Angela, James, Zaynab and Alfred. I decided to put on my hoodie and walk in early hoping no-one would notice me.

I entered my first class which luckily didn't have any of my friends. Well at least I started off good. After a whole boring class with Ms. Kerry, I went to my locker to put my books away. I headed off to my next class with the same mysteriousity as i did with the first. Second class, who did i have again? I pondered as entered the class and noticed many other students entering as well. I went up to any desk and dropped in my seat as i noticed the one person i had this class with. He was standing at the door talking to some of his friends. What was i going to now?

I placed my head down and eyed Alfred as he past me unknowingly. Good, he didn't see me. Now how was i going to get through this class without anyone noticing me? I slowly lifted my head up to find the teacher heading to the her wooden desk in front of us. I took a quick glance at Alfred and gasped. I scanned his face and noticed he had a deep cut on his lip and thankfully a small bruise at the cornor of his eye. Did James hit him that hard? Thank god that he was sitting behind me to the right, he couldn't notice me from here. I banged my head back on the table with the hoodie covering ever inch of my face. I stayed like this for about ten minutes until i heard my name. I didn't look up thinking it was a mistake but clearly I was wrong.

"So Miss Mohammed, you enjoy sleeping in my class, huh?" I heard the teasing voice of my teacher. Oh no, busted.

I looked up apologetically at the teacher and found everyone giving me stares. What did i get myself into? I groaned to myself as I instantly remembered something. I didn't care about any of the stares but one. One that was burning into my back, i could sense Alfred's stare. He looked at me with shock and disappointment obvious in his eyes. I glanced at him and turned away while everyone still stared at me intently. I looked up at the teacher who was still standing in front of me.