Crying is for the weak

#Chapter21 Crying is for the weak

I make my way towards my locker after a long day of tedious lessons that made my eyelids heavy, causing me to almost doze off.

But a disturbing image stops me. I catch my breath as I stare ahead, unable to make a single movement. I pray that these are one of those moments when your imagination plays tricks on because of lack of sleep. I pray that this is just an hallucination.

Tristan Wilder and Nicole Simpson are shoving their tongues down each other’s throats in front of my locker. Something stings inside of me and I admit it, I'm jealous. My heart feels heavy. I feel hurt and betrayed. I know I shouldn't feel this way because I can't expect Tristan to mirror my feelings.