dantes pov
I really hope Sirah is doing okay. She's so quiet today, she's usually so loud in class. Maybe she just hates history, but she isn't like this.
And i know that.
"Dante, wake up! I thought you loved my classes." My history teacher yelled. "Yeah sorry, but i couldnt really care less about what your talking about." I snapped back. Did i just lie? Probably, I love history but I can't stand that woman.
"GET OUT!" She yelled, her face almost tomato red out of anger.
"K" I answered, not giving a flying fuck.
I sat out in the hallway and took out my phone. I saw that Sirah was online on discord. Ah, that explains her looking down.
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Sirah
Dante:
What's up with you?
Sirah:
i need to talk to you about something.
Dante:
ugh what now?
Sirah:
meet me at the bathroom. Third one in the girls section.
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I
went over to the bathroom and locked myself in.
too be continued~
