~Devin's POV~
November in Birmingham feels like January. My feet and face are numb from walking all the way from Harry's apartment. He was still sleeping when I left. That got me out of him and I arguing until I agreed for him to drop me off a block away from the school. My phone is stuffed at the bottom of my bag, I'm not going to bother and check to see if he's called a million and one times.
When I enter the school, all eyes are on me. Literally. It's quite interesting. Normally people know me as the nobody - some, the girl of Zaid. Now I'm the girl who dated a teacher, and still is. But they don't need to know that. You also have the people who use the words: slut, tramp, and the worst of all, w***e. It hurts, but I know what I am and its none of those. I'm Devin.
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