Kaya
“Kaya?”
Parker repeats and I look away.
“Yeah, sorry. Sorry. “ I rub my forehead.
“Okay. I’ll join the others. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod silently.
"Yeah, you go ahead."
My class and theirs are in there, already warming up. We haven’t started yet and the coach hasn’t arrived. At least we made it on time.
I head towards my peers and they look at me, weirdly. This is when the knowledge that I am wearing one of Parker’s shirts hits harder. I don't even want to think about how this all looks to them. It wasn't that I thought it would be different, but with the whole hurrying and almost running down the corridors I kind of pushed the tohught of my class and how I look away.
No one says anything though, but I can tell they are staring at me and they will be discussing
