John's Perspective

"Peggy?" I ask in shock. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I could ask the same to you," The brunette responded. Huh, she does have a point. "I was just getting out of study hall, considering practically everyone already left it and the teacher supervising didn't notice anything, just on his phone."

"Wow." I responded, smiling, while walking over to my locker, which was next to the locker Peggy was in front of coincidentally.

"So how have you been?" I ask, while putting away my math textbook, starting to replace it it with my history one. "I saw you sitting with Alex at lunch, you two looked happy."

She smiles a bit, although there's....something off about it, like it's not genuine. "He's nice, I can see why you two talk a lot, why you ditched him for me."

I nearly drop my history book, luckily I don't. That would have been bad. But anyways, what does Peggy mean? I never did that to her!

"I never ditched you for him!" I say, although it comes off harsher than I expected it to. Oh no. Peggy's look on her face is..confusing. She looks mad, but sad, even a tiny bit of...disgust.

"Yeah you did! You never noticed that I left, you just talked to Alexander and Alexander only. Face it, you ditched me! You hate me! You don't care!" She spoke bitterly, trying to keep her voice not loud, although it....isn't working that much.

"I do care! I just-"

"Then why don't you act like it, John fucking Laurens!" She angrily said, somehow pushing me over, despite being shorter. What-how-why is this happening? I never meant to hurt her....this is my fault.....and-what's that sound?

I look around, and see my fellow students whispering and murmuring to each other. When did the bell ring? I didn't hear it at all.

I turn back to Peggy, her face full of regret, anger, and sadness, all mixed into one. Oh my gosh....I need to make this right.

I stand up, and grab my book that had fallen from my hands in the process, and look over at Peggy and......she's gone, she's running off, the crowd it's dissembling.

I can't follow her. The crowd is blocking the way. She's probably far now, and I don't think her seeing me would help any of this. It would just make things worse.

Am....am I making things worse for my friends?

Am I a villain?

Am I a bad person?

You know what, I shouldn't be thinking about this right now....I need to get to class. I shake off the feeling, and humbly walk to class.