Alex and I were walking hand in hand down the hallway at school. I felt like a zombie, dragging my feet with each step I took. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, I just kept tossing and turning all night long. To say that my mom was disappointed was an understatement. She was hurt and angry, but I couldn’t blame her.
I should’ve told her about it a long time ago. My father shouldn’t have been the one to tell her. I was disappointed with myself. I had a knack for making things worse. Alex noticed that something was bothering me, and he tried his best to cheer me up, but it wasn’t working.
As we were making our way to the cafeteria Alex pulled me off to the side. “Please talk to me?” he begged.
I didn’t want to talk about it. “Nothing.”
He sighed, running a hand through his blon
