It's Thursday and I don't feel any better, I haven't seen Luca at school all morning and my mind isn't at rest. My mood also had a huge effect on my dressing today. "You're dressed like a heart broken emo kid," Tasha whispers to me as our mathematics teacher speaks on quadratics.

I look down at my outfit and chuckle at her words, "You're being dramatic,"

She looks at me like I've gone crazy, "You're wearing a black joggers and a hoodie, you also didn't do those nice updos - that I like, with your hair and for fucks sake you didn't lay your edges!" She whispers-squeals.

"Hey, some of...