I get left alone for exactly three days. That’s how long Marcus can take. After that, I start to get bugged literally everywhere again. He stops me in the hallways. Sits at my table in the cafeteria, despite me objecting. He even bombards my phone with texts, when he can’t find me anywhere.
Shortly said, he’s making me lose it. And I can’t tell if he’s planning to make me give in or if he’s just desperate. But by Friday, my ears and eyes are so full of him, that I can’t take it anymore.
He’s sitting beside me in mathematics and physics, even if I told him to get lost. Yeah, I literally said that to him and I don’t care if he felt hurt, because I made it crystally clear, that I need space from him.
But I finally have enough of his persistent attempts to let him talk things out. I turn to
