The next day at school, Sakura didn’t look at me all class.
Dressed in oversize jeans and T-shirt, she scowled at her textbook until the bell rang with her lips pursed and eyes puffy. I hadn’t even expected her to come in today because if I were her, I sure as hell wouldn’t have.
I didn’t even want to f*****g be here.
I “Sakura, please stay behind,” I called, hoping she’d hear me out. “We need to talk.”
Instead of listening, she dumped her textbooks into her backpack and walked out of my classroom without speaking a single word to me. I stared at her from my desk and frowned.
God, she hates me. She really f*****g hates me.
God, she hates me. She really f*****g hates me.I’d screwed everything up between us, and I didn’t know if she’d ever forgive me for it.
All the other students pil
