We are walking side by side towards the school's oval. I give Aivon side glances from time to time. After we were being called at the guidance, we both decided to skip classes. I think the phrase "we both decided", doesn't really fit the context since a while ago, he was urging me to go to class. He planned to not go to class and I also chose not to, so I think it's kind of the same.
This is better tho. I know I can't force myself to focus on my math class knowing that Aivon still hasn't calmed down. He is still clenching his fist. I am starting to worry about how deep his nails might dig into his palm. His knuckles are very red and some parts are already bleeding.
Honestly, we don't know where to go. After the counseling in the guidance office earlier, we both lost interest to come to o
