DAMIEN
Just like I predicted, the next week was hell. Everyday, I looked forward to seeing Ella. And everyday, it got that much harder. I tried to treat like her I would any other student, any other day. But it was hard, and I slipped occasionally. On Wednesday, I caught myself staring at her while she worked at her table. It took a other student three times to get my attention.
Also, since the incident, the guys in the class had taken it upon themselves to actually talk to her. That first day, it was mostly apologizing for Jason, and her telling them it was fine. Over the course of the week though, they'd started striking up regular conversations with her. She was always polite, and one kid, Sean, was getting too friendly with her for my liking. Friday, he was actually making her giggl
