Wrong |COMPLETE|

🕸Chapter...37🕷

P.s ; The school Sky goes to is called Sparling High. I never mentioned that.

I'll be sure to go back and do just that ;)

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🎵Listen to Naked by James Arthur🎶

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*Next day*

I hate mornings.

Let me rephrase that ; I hate Monday mornings.

Especially this particular Monday morning.

Why ?

Because today Sparling High's school hallway is crowded with eager students ready to start their learning week on a positive note.

Who am I kidding ?

They all look like hopeless romantics.

Sigh.

As I'm heading to my locker I notice the walls are filled with pink posters written ;

Sparling High Annual Masquerade Ball

"What are these for ?" I ask Charlie as I reach our lockers.

Without having a look at the paper in my hand she let's out a megawatt smile. "That's a poster for this year's Sparling High Annual Masquerade Fundraising Ball. It's a school dance held by elite members in Illinois.

Our principal is the founder and that's why it's held here. The money raised goes to different charity groups and organizations." Charlie explains cheerfully.

"So when's the dance ?" I ask excitedly.

Being home schooled your whole life makes you crave activities such as these. I really did want to cross school dance and masquerade ball from my bucket list.

So I guess I'm going to hit two birds with one stone.

"In three weeks time." Charlie answers, the cheerfulness in her voice matching mine.

The bell rings indicating the start of first period. Charlie and I take out our books from the lockers and start heading to class.

"I can't wait for the dance. You do know one must have a date-"

As Im busy listening to Charlie I bump into something hard and my phone falls to the ground.

I lean down to pick it up while whispering obscenities to myself and that's when Oren's deep blue eyes hold my ocean ones.

He too is crouched down in front of me picking up his own phone.

He's the hard something I just bumped into.

I made it my mission last night to avoid him the whole day today but the universe had other plans.

I pick up my phone and whisper a sorry while Oren too picks up his phone.

He wipes it on his t-shirt to remove what I assume to be dust then rudely brushes our shoulders while leaving.

"What's his problem ?!" Charlie grunts and I shrug in reply.