Ch. 12: "Just know that we are all here for you," Mrs. Gardner, the principal, says. I mentally roll my eyes and cross my arms in front of my chest, slouching in my chair. Jake sits beside me in the other chair, looking just as annoyed as I do.
"Anything at all, we're there for you." Mr. Calutoni added. Ms. Salmen, the other guidance counselor that stood beside him, nodded.
"Thanks so much, but I'm missing class. Can I go now?" I say, a little more anger than I would've wanted.
"Yeah, me too," Jake says, looking indiscreetly at me in the corner of his eye.
"Sure." Mrs. Gardner nodds and then begins to scrawl out passes for Jake and I. As soon as she holds up my pass, I snatch out of her hand and almost stormed out of the office and up the stairs.
I just wanted today to be over and done with. Everyone was going to come up to me and be all like, "I'm so sorry for your loss" and "Cass was such a great person. I'm so sad that she's gone" and there's going to be tons of "How are you feeling?" Both the person and me knows they don't actually care, because no one really cares.
Plus, I don't even want to be near Jake. I'm so embarrassed over what happened this weekend. The party, him having to take me to his house, and the kiss. It's all so horrifyingly embarrassing.
"Wait, Morgan!" Jake exclaims as he catches up beside me. I stop walking and close my eyes, turning towards him. I open my eyes again and just look at him. He looks down at me with a concerned look on his face, and then suddenly pulls me into a hug.
"I'm sorry, Morgan," he whispers. I nod, bit my lip so I won't cry, and hug him back.
"Thanks," I whisper back. We both pull out of the hug and just stand there. I wipe the little tears that formed in the corner of my eyes with the heel of my palm. Awesome, now everyone will think I'll burst into tears any minute.
"Well...I'll see you later," he says, starting to walk backwards towards his classroom.
"Yeah, see you later," I say back, and then turn in the direction of my classroom, adjusting my backpack strap on my shoulder.
I find Mr. Giasullo's room and take a deep sigh, and then walk in through the door.
Everyone's eyes immediatly dart to me, and the classroom is completely quiet. Mr. Giasullo is standing at the front of the classroom, a map of the United States behind him. His emotion doesn't even change as he monotonously says, "Welcome back, Ms. Knightley. Please, take your seat."
Since he didn't even ask for it, I stick my pass in my sweatshirt pocket and head over to my desk, n
"Anything at all, we're there for you." Mr. Calutoni added. Ms. Salmen, the other guidance counselor that stood beside him, nodded.
"Thanks so much, but I'm missing class. Can I go now?" I say, a little more anger than I would've wanted.
"Yeah, me too," Jake says, looking indiscreetly at me in the corner of his eye.
"Sure." Mrs. Gardner nodds and then begins to scrawl out passes for Jake and I. As soon as she holds up my pass, I snatch out of her hand and almost stormed out of the office and up the stairs.
I just wanted today to be over and done with. Everyone was going to come up to me and be all like, "I'm so sorry for your loss" and "Cass was such a great person. I'm so sad that she's gone" and there's going to be tons of "How are you feeling?" Both the person and me knows they don't actually care, because no one really cares.
Plus, I don't even want to be near Jake. I'm so embarrassed over what happened this weekend. The party, him having to take me to his house, and the kiss. It's all so horrifyingly embarrassing.
"Wait, Morgan!" Jake exclaims as he catches up beside me. I stop walking and close my eyes, turning towards him. I open my eyes again and just look at him. He looks down at me with a concerned look on his face, and then suddenly pulls me into a hug.
"I'm sorry, Morgan," he whispers. I nod, bit my lip so I won't cry, and hug him back.
"Thanks," I whisper back. We both pull out of the hug and just stand there. I wipe the little tears that formed in the corner of my eyes with the heel of my palm. Awesome, now everyone will think I'll burst into tears any minute.
"Well...I'll see you later," he says, starting to walk backwards towards his classroom.
"Yeah, see you later," I say back, and then turn in the direction of my classroom, adjusting my backpack strap on my shoulder.
I find Mr. Giasullo's room and take a deep sigh, and then walk in through the door.
Everyone's eyes immediatly dart to me, and the classroom is completely quiet. Mr. Giasullo is standing at the front of the classroom, a map of the United States behind him. His emotion doesn't even change as he monotonously says, "Welcome back, Ms. Knightley. Please, take your seat."
Since he didn't even ask for it, I stick my pass in my sweatshirt pocket and head over to my desk, n
