End Time Cores

C15, (Lost protocol)

Next day

..6am..

Aimy could barely catch a nap. The thought of the hole school thinking she has a boyfriend- who is not just any guy- but a rich kid who has barely spent up to three days in her school.

What would they think of her? How did it happen? Why would anyone think he was her boyfriend?

She needed to get to school, or not to get to school, but she definitely needed answers.

Aimy's POV

It's morning already and I couldn't get any sleep thanks to those crazy messages. I'm sure it's just me being paranoid, a misunderstanding, or a mis-rep from it's senders.

But from that many people. That sounds almost as impossible as me dating.

I couldn't call Jessica and Hayley last night. I needed a direct conversation with a well detailed explanation.

By 6am I was already dressed and ready to fly.
My mom was totally shocked to meet me on the dinning table- all dressed.

She just served breakfast- sat- and stared at me like she wanted to say words but had low vocabulary.

You could say she got caught by surprise, just like I did last night.

I just played along and ate up, before yelling good morning mom to snap her out of her trance.

"Honey, what happened? You're up so early. Did you even get any sleep?" She suddenly said, talking real fast, as she searches under my eyelids for black cycles, which she succeeded in finding, since I really didn't get any sleep.

It's at this points I wish I wore makeups.

"Okay mom- let's go- let's go!" I snapped, pulling her up.

"Look at all those bags" she said sympathetically,
"No way, young lady.
I'm heading to work, you're heading back to your room to have some rest." She added pulling me gently to my room.

"But mom-"

"No but mom's, honey.
Just naps." she concluded firmly, closing me in.

"Ugh. So much for getting quick information from Jessica now, and getting early to school to avoid attracting any attention." Aimy said yarning as she laid on her bed

"Maybe getting a little shut ey-e isn't su-ch a- ugh- Ba-d idea..." Aimy drags in a sleepy tone. She yarns some more before dozing off..

6:30am 💤💤💤

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7am 💤💤💤

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7:30am 💤💤💤

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7:51 in the morning

Aimy yarns to a wake, getting up lazily.

She sat on the bed for a while before reaching for her phone to check what time it was- to know if she could still rest for a bit; since her body still felt a little heavy.

The time got her running_

"Its 8:41am and I'm still home! School started like 4minutes ago.
I'm taking a cab." Aimy yelled freakishly. She grabbed her bag- then hurried down the stairs to the main Streets to stop a cab.

(I've never been this late since- ever).

9:00am
At school

Aimy rushed into the school hallway at exactly 9am, and got into her class right before the teacher attempt to make a phone call on her absence.

"Mrs Martinez!" Aimy yelled to get her attention, panting heavily.

"Aimy Parker, right on time.
Where have you been?" the middle aged woman asked, flipping a strand of her brownish blond hair to the back.
She managed to hold tightly to her book and tab that was in-between her arm and inner elbow, to avoid any trip accident.

She began walking towards the exit where Aimy stood, and every sound her black stiletto hills made sent chills down Aimy's spines.

She had never been in such a state beforehand, at least not any she could remember.

"Em- I- eh" Aimy stammered sheepishly, a bit embarrassed as she noticed the hole class views drop on her.

"Its fine dear. You can tell me everything after school, in my office." the lady whispers stylishly to Aimy's ear before leaving.

(Why does she have to be so nice.
What the heck am I supposed to tell her? that I over slept.)

Aimy's POV

I walked in wishing I could close my eyes, as both friendly glances and unfriendly looks came my way.
It was like the hole class kept mute upon my arrival.

Why did I decide to come to school? I should've called home sick.

I know the teacher just left, but even when there was a teacher they still made a lot of noises before.
But she was out now- why are they still quiet? Why today when I feel like something weird was going on? What the heck did I do to deserve this? Who did I offend?

I didn't realize when I passed my sit, so I did the next wise thing.
I kept walking towards the back.

Was that wise though?

I didn't want them to realize how nuts their looks were driving me and how confused I was. But that idea was damned from the start.
I mean, I barely knew how to keep a stone cold look- even my friends looked quite puzzled. It was written all over their now confused faces.

Too late to turn back now.

Lucky for me there was an empty sit at the back.
I was gonna ask if it was taken like i usually do- not to stare up trouble- but I was too embarrassed and confused to.

So I just sat, dropped my bag on the floor, and placed my head on the table.

At this point, not following my natural protocols didn't matter any more. I mean I planned to remain single till- well- at least not now.

It didn't take too long before someone finally spoke afterwards.
It was the person next to me.

I didn't even know someone else sat here.

It was a guy's voice and a familiar one at that...

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(Guess who?)

Thanks for reading guys,
Now wasn't that a fun chapter.

Ever been in such a situation before? even worst than hers- you could share your experience in the comment box If you're willing.

I hope you had a fun ride like I did

Hasta pronto (see you soon) real soon.
Bye for now...

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