Chapter 22

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Dudes, Dudettes, and Dudems, this the last chapter.

There's an A/N at the end of this chapter as well, but this is just to tell you before hand. It basically says the same thing I'm thinking.

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That seemed to manifest into the next few weeks.

I have been happier, I can finally say that and mean it. I have been happier.

I've been seeing my friends more, and we've worked out details of The Big Date. We're going on Thanksgiving Break, which isn't too far away. I'm excited.

I even told Morris about it. "And we're going the Friday before break."

"That sounds like fun", he smiles, a genuine smile. I haven't seen him smile like that since, like, fourth grade. "Are you excited?"

"Duh", I reply, writing something down on my paper. I'm not ashamed to say I'm friends with my bully's older brother. Morris is a pretty cool guy when you get past the fact his brother is an imbecile. "We're probably just going to go to the mall, or something, but I can't wait."

"You only have about one more day", he chuckles, focused on answering the questions on his paper. He looks up at Mr. Wiesel, who smiles in return. He turns to me quickly. "I think you can last."

I smile at the happiness in his voice. Even Mr. Wiesel has been more at peace. Sure, he still yells at us and is scary as hell, but I'm not complaining. I guess Oscar was the problem.

I'm not sure I like that.

The bell rings and we pack our things up to go, Finch and Henry meeting me by the door. "Hey, guys."

"Hey", Henry greets, holding Finch's hand. "You excited for tomorrow?"

"I can't wait", I almost squeal— almost. "What about you guys? I was told you've never been on an actual date before."

"Sort of", Finch chuckles, shaking their head. "When I asked out Hen, we were out together and just continued with our day."

"It's on a technicality", Henry laughs, making us laugh, too. Can today get any better?

The bell rings again, signaling everyone to get to class before the late bell rings. I wave goodbye to Finch and Henry before walking the other way, to Mr. Declan's class. I'm so happy, I can't even call him 'Decade Declan.'

The halls weren't too crowded, and everyone seemed to be in a better mood. Their spirits were higher, I would say—

"Watch it", someone growls out, although it sounds like baby Simba's roar.

"Excuse me?"

"I said 'watch it'", Oscar Delancey says, glaring at me. "Unless you want to get knocked out."

I sigh, shaking my head. "We're not doing this today."

His eyes go wide and his brows raise. "What?"

"You're done bringing me down, okay? I currently don't have the energy to play games with you anymore. Sorry."

His mouth widens like he wants to say something, but I put my hand up and cut him off. "You should find a healthier way to let out frustration and anger rather than beating up anyone and everyone you can get your hands on. No one likes it, and I don't think you do either."

His eyes are still wide and his mouth is still agape from shock. So, I pay his shoulder and smile. "Good luck, Oscar Delancey. See you in the flip side."

I walk away, leaving him in the hallway. Just before the late bell rings, I'm standing at my seat in class, right in front of Blink.

And I can't wait for tomorrow.

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