I go to the restroom as soon as I enter the school and I just stare at myself in the mirror, I look fine but I just need to calm down. I take a few shaky breaths and one rogue tear escapes, rolling down my cheek, I quickly wipe it away with a swipe of my hand, then place both my hands on the sides of the sink, trying to regain composure and not break down crying. I don't know why but what Trent said really got to me - it made me think about everything. Before when I had thought of times me and Jason had I would either blush crazily or have a goofy smile - but now those amazing memories are clouded by suspicion. I'm thinking about times when he would suddenly leave or when he would come and see me - had he just been with another girl, did he kiss (or worse) with another girl and then come a
