Priceless (A MIKA Fanfic) (Remake)

Chapter 17

As I made my way to the canteen, I could feel everyone staring at me. Judging me. Laughing at me. It seemed as if everyone knew about what had happened between Mica and I, and they probably did.

I carried on walking as fast as I could, to get away from the whispers and stares of the other kids. When I finally got to the canteen, I went inside and sat down at a table. I looked at the chair next to me and sighed. If Mica still loved me, he would have been sitting in that very seat.

I realised that my biggest fear had been that he would see me like everyone else did, and he did. Everyone saw me as a pathetic person, and when they were nice to me, it was only ever because they felt sorry for me. Now Mica saw that in me too. I wished that he would see me as a perfect, beautiful person forever, but I should have known that would never happen. Everyone saw me as I really was eventually.

I became conscious of the fact that I was sat on my own, and I tried my best to ignore the stares and laughter from the older kids. I started to feel scared, in case they talked to me, but I realised that I didn't even care what anyone did to me anymore at this point. I probably deserved it all anyway.

Looking across the canteen, I saw Mica standing alone near the line of people queueing up to buy snacks. Part of me hoped he would come over to me, but the other part of me didn't want to talk to him in case he said even more horrible things to me.

I wished that he still cared about me. I wanted everything to be like it was before. Whatever I had done wrong, it must have been bad. Or maybe I hadn't done anything at all. Maybe our whole relationship was just a joke that the other kids had somehow played on me, and Mica had been waiting to break up with me for a while. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, because it was the sort of thing that the kids at my school could do.

I sighed again. I wished that I could just go home from school, because I already felt absolutely awful. And it wasn't even lunch yet.

A few minutes later, the bell went, and I was grateful that break was over. I didn't want to sit there on my own thinking about how much Mica probably hated me any more, so I stood up and walked out of the canteen to my next lesson.