I did what Angela and Irene suggested. To block his number and even social media accounts. I even went as far as blocking Roan’s too. When class resumed on Tuesday, I didn’t take two steps without Angela, Irene or Joy by my side.
Even when I was talking to Autumn, they were within earshot, ready to start swinging if either boy appeared.
“I’m sorry for ignoring your calls and texts,” I told Autumn awkwardly as she stood looking so despondent in front of me. When I finally managed to reply to her numerous texts, it was to tell her that I was fine, that we’d talk when we saw each other in school. And she’d been first on my agenda that morning.
Her voice was soft when she said, “It’s okay. It’s my fault anyway.”
“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” I let out a sigh. “It’s not your fault. I made
