As we walk into school, with my wrist bandaged and my body completely covered in Luca's sweat shirt and pants. My anxiety rushes through me in full force.

I start taking deep breaths, my nails digging into my palm and sweat coating my forehead.

Immediately Luca notices this, he rushes me to a corner. "Hey, Hey." He says softly, "No one's looking at you, baby. Deep breaths, okay?"

He watches me as I slowly breathe in and out. "There you go."

"Thank you." I whisper, hugging him tightly as I cry into his broad chest. "It felt like they were staring at me, I could feel their disappointment." I say,...