THIRTY THREE

As the days went by fast, Friday arrived, and it was already the weekend. Yesterday was awkward because every student did nothing but stare at me all day. As if they don't have a life to concentrate on, then glare at me. Rumors spread fast, like high-speed internet. I couldn't tolerate the staring and whispering. The problem was that they heard what I did with Paris.

It seems that the janitor was at the scene but couldn't do anything but watch the show as if he didn't need to pay per view. Then he had to tell the lunch ladies; then they told Mrs. Smith; the school nurse said Jordan while tutoring a student, so that is where the contamination suspect started to spread the news to other students.

Some say I held Paris with one hand around her neck. Others say I used a belt to give her a good torment like BDSM as if I would do that to Paris. Students have strange, vivid imaginations, and I ignored them. Adding to my news, Heather doesn't go to our school anymore. After the incident, Clar