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STELLA’s POV
Tyler and I were walking down the halls to the locker, his arms draped around my shoulder, not caring about the stares and glares from every student while I hung my head low, looking at the ground, holding a cup of coffee in my hand, asking myself if when can I get used to this kind of situation?
“Stella, I’ll just go to the washroom. Wait for me here, okay?” Tyler said as soon as we made a halt in front of my locker.
“Okay…” I nodded and smiled at him.
I watched her broad back as he walked away from me until he disappeared from my sight. I fixed the eyeglasses that sat on my nose before I opened my locker, putting down the cup
