My crush on the Cheerleader (gxg)

Chapter thirty six-Lockers

TW: Panic attack

I woke up for school. It had been a few weeks since that last text, which not getting them is freaking me out more than getting them.

Today Blair and I walked to school together without Marcus and Kyle.

"Have you got another message?" Blair asked; she's been asking me that every day since I'd not been getting them.

"No. Do you think it's weird that I'm worried that I'm not getting them?" I questioned.

"Not at all, I'm still a little worried," Blair admitted.

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We walked through the doors into the hallway. All lined up across the lockers are pictures. Form here I couldn't see what was on them only that people are crowding around.

"Is it true," one guy said to Blair holding one of the pictures in his hands.

"Is what true?" Blair asked confused.

The guy turned the photo around showing us a picture of Blair and I kissing. I pushed past people to see the lockers. Almost every inch was covered in those photos. Not knowing what to do I started pulling them down but there's too many. Everyone would see. Everyone would know by the end of the school day. There is no escaping this.

"Eww you're a lesbian," someone commented as I rushed to take some more down.

People started making snide remarks at Blair and I. The room feels like it's closing in, everything is suddenly too loud. Tears threatened to come out my eyes as I tried to move, but I feel as if I'm frozen in place. Slowly I moved one leg at a time even though they feel numb and like someone is sticking pins in them. My heart is speeding up quickly like it will push out my chest. Suddenly I'm running, pushing past the fact that I can barely breathe. I need to find an exit. The room is spinning. My breath coming out in short pants. I see a door, it seems so far away. Everyone is staring at me, I can feel their eyes burning into the back of my head. Pushing through the vast crowd of people I'm met with the fresh breeze. I wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt whilst trying to control my breathing.

"Addison! Are you okay?" She sounds distant, far away. Somehow Blair made it right in front of me.

"Okay. Count to ten with me. Trust me it works," Blair said to me.

"One," deep breath "Two," deep breath "Three," deep breath "Four," deep breath "Five, ...six, ...seven,  ..eight, .nine, ten." My breathing slowly felt more on track and my legs and hands are going less numb.

"Here drink some water," Blair responded handing me her water bottle.

I took a sip of the cool liquid feeling less like someone is holding their hands tightly around my neck. After drinking a little more I handed the bottle back to Blair.

"Thanks. I-I don't know what just happened," I responded my hands shaking.

"I think you had a panic attack. My sister used to have them," Blair replied.

My mind feels like I'm detached from everyone and everything. I know Blair's there but she seems so far away; kind of like there is this clear glass barrier between us.

"Do you think you can go to class?" She asked tentatively.

"Yeah," I replied not sure of the sound of my own voice.

Blair must have heard me and walked with me not speaking a word, which I'm thankful for because I don't feel like myself at the moment. Part of me still wants to roll up in a ball, to hide away somewhere and cry. Trying to keep hold of my tears I focused on the numb feeling instead.

***

We walked to Art. As soon as we entered the classroom all eyes were on us.

"Give her a kiss! I swear lesbians are so hot," a guy exclaimed shouting loudly at us with all his friends snickering behind him.

"That's enough I will not have you talking about peoples sexuality like that!" The teacher snapped giving us an apologetic look.

"Come on just one kiss!" He pushed.

"That's it! Come with me," Miss retorted making him go out the room with her.

As soon as she left the whole class erupted in discussions. Blair and I made our way to our seats sitting down next to each other.

Pulling my art book in front of me I flicked to the nearest page starting to sketch.

***

Lunch came by too fast. Blair's friends went up to her basically banishing her from their friendship group. So, we both walked up to my friends taking a seat at our usual table.

"Are you guys okay?" Tess asked worriedly.

"Yeah we should be fine," Blair replied with a slight smile whilst entwining our hands under the table.

"But what's going to happen next? What could the stalker possibly do?" I whispered to Blair incredulously.

"I'm not sure, let's just wait."

"What are you guys talking about?" April asked with a smile.

"Oh nothing," I lied.

***

I got home throwing my bag on the floor. Once in my room, I felt my phone vibrate. Feeling a wave of dread hit me I slowly took out my phone. Opening up the text it was hard to read with my hands shaking. When I managed to clam down slightly I read the text.

As for today, I'm sorry about what had to happen. I just can't let you be with that bitch. Don't worry about what's going to happen, that's for me to know and you to find out.

-Sincerely your 'stalker'

My whole body went cold. I hatted being in my room since that incident happened but now it's worse. What could my stalker do next? There's nothing, right?

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