Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》

I slam into the locker room, throwing my backpack onto the bench and kick my shoes off. They fly across the room, hitting the opposite wall, and I sink down on the bench next to my bookbag. My head falls into my hands as I finally let my angry tears fall as my chest constricts with a stabbing pain.

How could he just come out and say something like that?

I shouldn't be this torn up. I shouldn't feel this chasm inside me getting wider everytime my mind replays his words. I'm not sure what I expected from this insane attraction to him, but whatever it could have been... he's thoroughly squashed it. With just a few words he's reduced me to nothing.

Did I think there could be more between us? Maybe, but a relationship? I've had dreams of him, sure, fantasies, but beyond that... I didn't picture a white picket fence, kids, and a dog. I'm not 'in love', drawing hearts, and putting his name after mine.

I just know that I felt... something. That he made me feel special somehow, like he singled me out from everyone else, and treated me just different enough that I was able to notice. I tried to tell myself I was imagining things, but things kept happening.

Now, I don't know how I'll face him tomorrow.

A noise alerts me of someone entering the locker room and I quickly swipe my eyes, getting up to grab my tennis shoes before opening my locker. I'm stiff sniffling, trying my best to keep my composure as I recognize Tara and Remy, their conversation reaching me before I see them.

"Can you believe Samantha said that?" Tara asks.

"I don't think Mr. Calendar knows half the stuff that's said about him," Remy states, her nasal voice often a sore spot for me because she doesn't use her lungs during cheers, but his name gets my attention, and I can't help but listen in. "I over heard Mr. Cooper telling Mrs. Sanders that he tried to get Mr. Calendar hooked up with his librarian friend, but Mr. Calendar wasn't even intrested. You think he might... you know?"

"What? Swing the other way? Hells no. Especially after what we just heard? That man can tutor me any day," Tara says enthusiastically and I can just imagine the smile she's wearing.

"You are out of your mind," Remy says, chuckling.

"I would so do him," Tara fake whispers, and I hear her locker opening in the aisle behind me. "Hey, Sienna, you ready for the game this friday?"

I flinch, not expecting her to know I was in here, but then again I've been late everyday this...