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An anemone indicates fading hope and a feeling of having been forsaken (abandoned) but also means anticipation.

Walking through the doors, my happiness turns to realization and then to shock. Did I really just— yes I did do that. What is wrong with me? Fuck, he's going to kill me.

While my mind is busy worrying about my impending doom, my feet automatically take me to my first block and I sigh. No point in worrying about it now. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out. The screen lights up and I choke on air.

Expect the unexpected.

"What the hell does he mean by that?" I mumble to myself as Claire walks into the room. She stares me down and I shrink from her stare.

"You should have seen how livid he was once you left." She states, pulling her chair out and sitting in it.

"Ugh," I rub my temples and I look over at her. "Don't remind me — I don't know what I was even thinking. Now i'm entirely fucked."

"It can't be too bad. I asked Blake to talk to him so that he will calm down," She leans in and whispers in my ear. "I heard he overreacts frequently."

I raise an eyebrow at her, curious as to why she whispered in my ear. To my left, her right, stands the all-mighty Jayce at the doorway burning flames into the side of my head.

He's just standing there.

It's weird.

I look back at Claire and she chuckles.

"Maybe he is actually into you, I just can't believe this is happening." I scoff and roll my eyes at her.

"There's no way in hell that he would actually like me, look now. He's literally killing me in his mind. Especially with what I just did in the parking lot, I lost any hope there was before that. I mean, it's obvious, he cares about looks. I don't fit into his agenda of having the greatest looks so he definitely would not want me by his side."

"Oh whatever. I think you're gorgeous despite what you tell yourself. Being thicc is what makes you, you (Y/n). I couldn't see you any other way and I think you look good."

Sighing, I don't disagree with her. I can't see myself any other way — but I don't see that as good like her. I've always been overweight. I've always been insecure. I won't ever not be those two things which sucks. I want to be positive but it is so hard to do that with the society that we have now.

When the teacher walks in, Jayce walks up to her and hands her a note and softly says something to her.

"(Y/n)," the teacher calls. I look up at her and see Jayce smirking next to her. "Please go with Jayce this block and take your things. I will have someone give you the things you missed during class."

"O-Okay?" I say with a questioning tone. What did Jayce do and what is he going to do? I grab my backpack and walks towards Jayce, following him outside of the door. The bell rings and the few stragglers that were in the hall head to their respective classrooms.

"What does that note say?" I ask, reaching for it in his hands.

"Nothing important," he pulls his hand away and I huff.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out."

"What are we doing?"

"Can you just shut up?" Jayce angrily says, turning towards me. Nodding, I pull my phone out. Seeing that I got a text, I open my phone and respond to it.

"Who was that?" Jayce asks, clearly peeved.

"I thought you didn't want anymore questions," I sass.

"From you. Is it a guy?"

"Why do you care if it's a guy?"

"Because, we are eventually going to be married. I wouldn't want you running off before we even get married."

"Are you serious?" I stop walking and look at him flabbergasted. "One, we aren't even dating. Two, you're not interested — and i'm frankly losing interest. Three, i'm pretty sure you don't want to give us a chance."

He looks down at me and takes slow, steady steps toward me. I don't back down and stare at him hard in the face.

"How can you put words in my mouth? You don't even know what I'm thinking."

"Yeah, well it's pretty easy to assume — especially with how you act and hold yourself. You care about looks and I don't fit into your guidelines of how to look."

"That isn't true."

"Alright, prove me wrong." He looks into my eyes and sighs.

"I can do anything to prove to you?"

"Yes."

He slightly nods before he wraps his arms around my waist, shocking me. I look down at his arms and then up at him.

"What are you doing..."

"I'm proving to you that it doesn't really matter to me." He closes his eyes and leans down, kissing me with purpose.

What the fuck... My mind is running a thousand thoughts per second and I don't know what to do. He pulls away and looks down at me.

"Why did you kiss me?" I whisper.

"Because, I wouldn't kiss someone I'm not interested in."

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