I finished crying just before we reached the school. I was usually so in control of my emotions that I was pretty much horror struck that I had broken down like that. I moved away from Nathaniel’s tight and comforting embrace and gasped.

“Oh my gosh!” I cried. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Look at your shirt. Ugh. I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, Anabell” He said, a small, amused smile on his lips at my sudden change in mood.

“No! It’s not nothing… Everyone is gunna ask what happened and then you’re gunna tell them that this crazy girl sat next to you on the bus and then just burst into tears all over your shirt and you’re going to tell them it was me and then everyone is going to look at me funny… Ugh!” I blurted, getting more and more frazzeled by the second.

“Anabell” He said, putting his arm on my shoulder. “Calm down. I won’t tell anyone about this. I’ll just say I spilled something on myself. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. Now come one; we’re the last on here.”

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