Release the Rebel

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"Hey, Ren. Can I come in?" Echo knocked on my door quietly. I made a noise that passed for a yes. What could he want at eleven o'clock at night? Slowly, I sat up in my bed as he walked into the room. "Come sit down. What's up?" I mumbled sleepily. Echo sat on my bed almost nervously. "The boys and I were wondering when your birthday was. You never told us." Echo explained. Silently, I stared at my fragile hands and hid my face with my hair. Squeezing my nails into my skin, I fought back tears.
"What would you say if I said I don't remember?" I let the tears flow. Fear pounded in my head when Echo hesitated to reply. The feeling of his arms wrapping around my dangerously skinny body made me cry harder out of relief. "You know you're beautiful when you cry, but it breaks my heart." Echo whispered. As my sobs died down, I felt Echo lie down and I rested my head on his chest. Sleep clouded my senses but before I gave into the darkness I heard Echo say one last thing. "Siren I think I'm in love with you." He whispered in my ear gently.
"Ren wake up. Hey gorgeous, it's time for school." Echo poked my face. Grumpily, I rolled over trying to fall back asleep. It wasn't until Echo leaned over and kissed me that I really woke up. Before he could pull away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back greedily. "I..Uh.. I'm sorry." I stuttered. Quickly, he pecked my lips letting me know he didn't mind. "Come on. I'll drive you to school. I told the twins to go without you." Echo explained. Hopping out of bed, I grabbed my Harry Potter hoodie, ripped skinnies, and combat boots. Today was definitely a lazy day. Casually, I swung my black studded backpack over my shoulder and jumped into Echo's green charger.
Shyly, I reached over and held his pale hand. This boy had me wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know it. "Bye my little Ren." Echo smiled as he kissed me goodbye. Quickly, I deepened the kiss. Echo gripped my hips pulling me closer to him. Pulling away, I painted as Echo kissed my neck. "Ren you better go now before I lose control." He whispered removing his hands from my waste. Pecking his lips one last time, I pulled away from him. "Byebye Echo Wecho." I giggled.
"Aye who was that?" Delilah smirked as Echo drove away. Blush blossomed on my already pink cheeks. She saw. She saw us kissing. Oh god. "Uhm... that was a friend of mine. His name is Echo." I mumbled almost sprinting away. Swiftly, she grabbed my hand dragging me to first period. We both were a giggling mess once we reached the class due to all the weird looks we got for running through the halls.
"Ladies. Stop giggling like anime school girls and get to your seats." Mr. Roberts glared at us. Delilah smirked and flipped him off. This one made us laugh harder. Everyone knew Mr. Roberts was too wimpy and lazy to call the principle or get us in trouble. "Not my fault your wife doesn't want your tiny dick." I giggled. Delilah looked at me shocked and burst into tears of laughter. "Damn Kitty. Someone's got claws." She snorted cutely. Mr. Roberts huffed impatiently as the class burst into laughter along with us. Smirking at each other, Delilah and I tied Mr. Roberts to his chair and took over the class.
"What in the world is going on here?" Andy and Alex questioned the scene before their eyes. As usual they missed everything and showed up late. "TO YOUR SEATS." Delilah mimicked Mr. Roberts voice badly. The twins raised their hands in surrender and made their way to their seats. The class period was full of laughter and horrible jokes. Delilah told ridiculously bad knock knock jokes as I wrote horrid puns on the white board.
Delilah smirked at Mr. Roberts as the bell rang and strutted out of the classroom as I scurried after her. "I can't believe we did that!" I squealed. "I've never done anything like that before." Delilah laughed at my reaction and booty bumped me. "Time to start living Ren Ren." She laughed.
Jumping on Alex's back, I convinced him to give me a piggyback ride to the cafeteria. As we told the story for the millionth time, everyone was shocked at my sudden confidence just as much Delilah was.

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