The fact that people glanced at me and whispered did not make my stomach feel much better. With no lunch, I was worried I would be choking on air when I threw up.

I sunk in my seat and begged for this day to end. There was nothing I wanted more than to be at home in my warm bed.

The guy in front of me twisted his body around in his seat to face me. “You must be the new girl. I’m Tom.”

“I’m Amelia, and I’m not new.” I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a look. “The fact that you have never noticed me before this look is the very reason I cannot date you. It hurts a girl’s feelings when you don’t see her without makeup.” I pouted.

The back of his neck and his face heated up as he tried to cover the obvious boner in his pants. Thankfully, for women, we did not have to worry about getting those during class. Men were cursed in that department, and a beautiful curse it was for men such as Tom. Continue reading →