Chapter Forty Six

Katharina

I was standing at the vanity mirror in my room. My eyes were puffy, my hair was a tangled mess. My nose was red from all the crying. I just stood at the mirror, eyeing my depressed, forlorn reflection. Maybe I should run away from here? Anytime I thought of school, I felt myself curl up in shame and panic. The stigmatizing agony I was going to be put through. I could already hear students laughing and mocking. I could hear the hushed tones of them calling me a thief. The accusing fingers wherever I went. The boys had been my source of confidence. When I was with them, I could take anything. From Lucas’ bubbly nature to Zach’s crazy behavior to Aaron’s calm, encouraging smiles. Even Trenton’s cold, aloof attitude was oddly supportive. I was used to hanging out with them, but I guess all that was gone. I was alone again. Or maybe I should try one more time.

Maybe they would listen. I needed them. I would not be able to survive school without them. They called me a Salvatore, I