[Flashback continues]
After the teacher left, Barry pushed my note book towards me, grabbed his things and also left the class without glance or a word.
I felt hurt. Sad. Furious. And if you ask me who I'm furious at, I'd say I am furious at myself, But I'm gonna be strong even though all I wanna do is cry and roar at how pathetic I've become.
I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took a deep breath.
'Pixie, you're gonna be alright.' A caring voice assured 'Having Barry ignore you this way is not the end of the world'
It's definitely not the end of the world.
I pulled my notebook to myself to go through what the helpful asshole has written while the teacher explained the topic.
His handwriting was neat, bold and beautiful just like him. It encouraged me to read the note sentence by sentence.
I was more impressed when I saw his detailed work, it helped me to easily comprehend the informations.
