things were even worse today.

mr gordon had insisted that i stayed behind an hour later than i usually do.

it was torture.

i felt sick.

i wanted to tell someone the truth about him and get help from someone else, but it was too late for that now. it's happened so many times that there's no point in telling anyone now. no one can make the memories go away.

i managed to get out by lying to him that it was my mother's birthday and that she would be disappointed if i never showed up for her birthday meal.

he let me go, but told me that i'd have to stay even longer tomorrow night.

i wanted to cry.

i entered the library again, said hello to janet, and once again snuggled into my favourite blue beanbag with my book.

i also noticed that the same boy from yesterday was there again, but this time reading a different book.

he must've sensed that i was watching him, because he looked up and caught my eye.

and i swear i felt a jolt in my stomach.

there was no denying that he was beautiful.

his eyes looked even prettier when they were boring into mine, and the small freckles on his nose and cheeks collided perfectly with the unique scar that i had noticed yesterday. i couldn't help wondering where he got it from.

he timidly smiled at me and i returned it, which caused his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink.

i nervously bit my lip out of habit as he averted his eyes from me and focused again on his book.

why did this strange boy make me feel so calm?

and why did he give me that weird feeling in my stomach?