4. Mrs. Blackmail

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We ended up watching The Maze Runner. To be honest that movie made me mad. They have to go through a freaking phase two. Anyways, he fell asleep lounged out on my couch. My mom came through the front door with an eyebrow raised indicating that it was time for him to go.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. It's 7:15. School starts at eight so I got time to take a shower and eat some breakfast before I head off. As soon as I got in the shower the warm water hits me making me wake up a bit. I stayed in there for at least fifteen minutes. When I finally got out I wrapped a towel around my body, and walked to my room. Browsing through my wardrobe I'd finally chose my outfit. A plain black shirt, skinny jeans, and a gray sweater. I threw on my gray low-top converse. I headed down stairs to see my mom in the kitchen. She was already making me a plate.

"How was your sleep sweetie?" She slid me the plate from across the table.

"It was fine." I answer stuffing some eggs in my mouth.

"What wrong?" She asks.

I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing. Why?"

"No reason. You just seem a bit down. That's all."

"Well I gotta head to school. I don't wanna be late. Love you mom." I say walking out the door.

"Love you too." Her voice faints as I walk out the door.

I arrive at school just before 8.00. I park at my usual parking spot and sit in the car. I jump out of my skin when I see Marissa standing outside of my window. I unlock my door and step out.

"May I help you." I say staring at her.

"Yes you may help me and tell me what the hell you and my boyfriend were doing together." She was livid.

"I was tutoring him in math. Geez. Don't get your damn panties in a twist." I half screamed.

"You better stop "tutoring" my boyfriend or its gonna be a problem. I want you away from him. Okay." She used air quotes.

"Pft. Fine. You got yourself a deal." I say harshly.

The thing is I don't really care. He's the one that came up to me asking me to get away from her. So when I said that I mean it.

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