I drew my backpack closer to me as I walked up to the school. I had decided to walk today, just so I could clear my mind a little. And the weather was nice, I guess. I still couldn’t wrap my head around myself. Why had I told Alana about Ryan? What if she told everyone? What if she would tell my parents, or our friends?
I shook my head at myself, scowling at my own thoughts. What was I thinking? Alana was my friend and I could trust her.
Sighing, I reached up and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. Today I’d had to face Ryan again. The man who told me he loved me would teach me literature today.
Oh… it was so strange. I knew it would be hard for the both of us to act as if nothing happened, but for his sake and mine, we couldn’t let anyone else know about this. Alana knew, and th
