*Ally’s POV*
*Next Day*

There is a tenseness to my muscles that makes me more like a mannequin, than a person of flesh and bone. I want so much to melt onto a soft foam, wrapped in my soft blanket, and drift into the world of dreams. Yet my brain is a violent whirl of stupidity, trying to organise the words on the page.

It was the third period, in Chemistry class, and Mr Vaughan, our Chemistry teacher, let everyone silently study our notes for the upcoming test, while he was working on something. Chemistry was probably my worst subject out of all of them, but I mean don’t get me wrong I’m absolute crap at everything else too, but this one sucks the most.

I rub my temples furiously, as my head throbbed with a crushing pain. Giving up, my head fell on top of my textbook, and I silently began to mentally cry.

“Ally, you alright?” June asks, rubbing my back gently.

“I hate school. I hate science. I hate chemistry. I hate my life.” I groaned, into my book, as I slowly get up.

“Tell me about it. I don’t understand a single thing.” Niall sighed.

“Didn’t all this seem a lot easier last year?” Zayn questioned us. Zayn, Niall and June were in the same Chemistry class with me, as we all sat at the same four seated lab tables. Destiny was also in our class, but she sat at the very far end of the classroom, away from us.

“Yeah, because we had Destiny to help us through it all.” June sighs, “Look at her zooming through this crap like a rocket.”

“Why is it that everything is related to her?” Niall sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Beats me.” Zayn shrugs, as he tries to make sense of the work. The three of them continue to chat away, but all I could do was glare angrily at Destiny, moments after Zayn noticed.

“Yo, Ally. Are you alright?” Zayn asks me.

“No. I don’t understand anything in this damn class, and the teacher isn’t explaining anything properly. The only person in this class that actually knows what they’re doing is Destiny. I’m going to go talk to her. I’m going to go mad if I don’t.” I demand.

“Good luck,” June says, as I grab my textbook and march towards Destiny.

“Help. Me.” I demanded, dropping my book in front of Destiny with a loud bang.

“What?” Destiny asks, looking a little shocked, but I couldn’t care less, the blood in my veins was getting agitated and angry.

“You heard me, help me with this crap. I don’t get anything.” I say, calming down a little bit.

“Uhm … no, thank you.” Destiny says, not caring to look at me, as she continued to read through the textbook.

“Excuse me?” I angrily shot at her.

“I said no, thank you. You're being totally rude, right now. And does it look like I’m the teacher? No. So, goodbye. I’m trying to study here.” Destiny says, giving me a quick glance before turning back to her notes.

“I'm rude? You haven’t said a word to anyone since you were back! Completely blowing everyone off! You have no right to say I’m rude! You’re the one who is being a total bitch to everyone! Especially to the people you never even hurt you. The people who would’ve died for you.” I growled at her, as she hit my last nerve.

“Well, that’s actually not true.” Destiny shrugged.

“What?!” I snapped at her.

“I didn’t ‘completely blow everyone off’” She says, air quoting my words, “I actually talked to a lot of people since I was back, for example, Jeanie. I’m just not in the business of telling everyone my secrets. Or is it that I’m not allowed to have a personal life anymore?”

Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. How could she even say that? She acts like she doesn’t give a damn about anyone? It’s like I don’t even know her? Who the fuck is this person? And what did she – it, do with Destiny?! The Destiny, that was so sweet and gentle and kind. Our Destiny. My Destiny!

My anger churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it’s too much for me to handle. I grab my textbook and storm to my desk. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to say things I do not mean, or to express the thought I’ve been suppressing for weeks since she arrived.

I know I have to get out of everyone’s way before I erupt in my furious state. I know that this feeling will pass, but while it hasn’t, I’m well aware I could really hurt people. So, I escape. Shoving my things into my backpack, I storm out of the classroom, without a word.

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