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two.

"THATS PATHETIC. I'm glad my parents aren't forcing me to join a club. I'm at peace with my free-depression self!"

Eliana let out a sigh and let her head hang on the side. "I mean, a club can't be that bad. Right?"

Bianca took a moment to respond. With an unsure shrug she said, "Depends what club you'll be joining. Whatever you do, do not join the mathletes club. That's social suicide."

"Right."

As the two girls were on their way to school, they were discussing a major problem.

Well, according to Bianca it's a "major problem."

Eliana's parents thinks she lacks participation in anything. A club is their perfect solution.

Which isn't true at all! Eliana does plenty of participation. She's always giving dating and fashion advice. And those are things that students at Padua High School are in absolute need of.

Pulling up to the school, Eliana took in a deep breath.

Why was she so nervous?

No clue.

If Eliana was going to be completely honest, she hasn't been a relationship. Being a person who's actually good at love advice, it's a shocker. She never felt the need to involve herself with anything romantic.

Of course there were multiple occasion where guys and girls have asked her out, but all they got in response was a sweet rejection. She was flattered at most, but she didn't think she was ready for a relationship.

Would that change this year?

Who knows. Maybe she'll actually find the right one.

Hopping off the front seat and closing the door, she quickly fixed her skirt.

Turning around to face the school, the two sophomores started to walk towards it.

Hearing the song, "Bad Reputation" out in the distance of the parking lot, Bianca groaned in embarrassment.

"Ew, it's Kat. God knows what might happen to me this year if she continues to be like that!"

Eliana's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh please. Give her a break Bianca. She isn't even embarrassing. If anything, you're lucky to have a sister like her."

"You can have her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'd love that."

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IN THE guidance counselors office, a lanky-like boy with an optimistic, innocent face was sitting in the chair across from Ms. Perky.

With one look at the boy, Ms. Perky smiled. "I'll be right with you."

Looking at the lady in front of him, he gave an awkward nod.

On the computer of Ms. Perky, she was finishing up a racy sentence from her pulp romance novel.

"As his hand slid up her creamy white thighs, she could feel his huge memb pulsating with desire."