Is It Narcissism When It’s True?

All through last period, I couldn't focus on a single thing.

My teacher was droning on about molecules or something, but my eyes kept flicking to the clock above the whiteboard, counting the seconds until 4 p.m.

Every tick felt like an earthquake in my chest.

3:47.

3:52.

3:59.

God, come on.

The second the bell rang, my body launched out of my seat.

I grabbed my backpack and shot toward the hallway, dodging everyone left and right.

"Whoa, whoa…where's the fire?" Marcus called after me as he and June stepped out of the classroom.

I slowed down, as I jogged backwards. "I gotta go grab Alia from school first. I'll see you guys later!"

June grinned, tossing glitter out of her hair. "Tell Alia I said hi!"

Marcus called, "And tell her to stop trying to bite people who call her cute!"

I laughed, waved, and spun back around.