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Avery

Hurriedly, I finished getting dressed and scrambled to find my phone, opening our group chat:

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Me • 3:00pm
Are you guys there yet?

Axel • 3:00pm
Nope. Be there soon.

Adrien • 3:00pm
Teacher kept us back. I h8 Mr Johnson.

Axel • 3:00pm
What's up? Everything ok?

Me • 3:01pm
I told you, she's the one.

Axel • 3:01pm
Care to explain?

Adrien • 3:01pm
Take your time typing, why don't you?

Me • 3:02pm
I will when we're in the music room and Amaya's there with us. You guys are not gonna believe what I just found out.

Axel • 3:02pm
We're here.

Adrien • 3:02pm
Where u @? Hurry up.

Me • 3:03pm
Down the hall. Give us 2mins tops.

***

"Sorry about that. I was making sure the boys didn't quit on us."
"It's okay." Amaya's voice was shaky.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous I guess. I'm not really a people person."
"Oh right. You'll get along well with Axel then."
"The one with the split-dyed hair? He seems cool." With every step we took, I could see the anxiety taking over Amaya. I took her hands in mine and looked her dead in the eye. "It's okay," I reassured her. "They're just stupid teenage boys, they can't hurt you." She flashed a small, swift grin and I pulled her in for a hug. Placing my hand on the rusty door handle, I gave her one last comforting smile. "After you."

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