𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE "third offense" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (the right path)
SCHOOL WAS THE LAST place Jules ever wanted to be.
The past few weeks, she felt like she was choking every time she turned a new corner and saw someone staring at her. She had painted a coarse expression on her face, her eyes angled like the serrated blade of a knife, so that no one would dare try to mess with her. But now, she couldn't even keep the facade up one hundred percent. It was tiring being intimidating - and now she had Miguel.
"Mr. O'Connell keeps trying to get me to give him play-by-plays of your condition," she spoke into the phone, her bag loosely hanging from one of her shoulders as she fiddled with the combination on her locker. "He told me you were his favorite student."
"That's a lie," her boyfriend spoke into her ear, and she didn't need to see his face to picture the smile on his face. "I always spent his class drawing on the side of Demetri's notes. O'Connell was always mad at me because of how insanely smart and talented I am."
"Oh, I'm sure," Jules snorted, meticulously grabbing her history binder so that all of her other ones wouldn't fall over and disrupt the messy organization of her locker. "Now you can come back and steal his job."
"I will, and then I can ask you for play-by-plays of his life."
Jules laughed, leaning her head back. It was lunch period, so the halls were busy - and she got some odd looks from her laughter that she chose to ignore. "Why would I ever keep in touch with him? I swear he's older than my grandpa."
"Because he cares so much about your education!"
"Well, Diaz, I- ben-zona!" Jules slammed the door of her locker shut and jumped, placing a hand on her chest as a completely random boy stared up at her. He looked as if he couldn't be older than fifteen, and he had bruises and small cuts littering his face. Jules wondered if he was some nerd cosplaying a zombie, and rose an eyebrow. "Hello, there."
The kid huffed as if he was angry. "I need to talk to you."
"Is this like a new, weird, Girl-Guides type thing? Because I don't want your cookies."
"What?" The kid's eyebrows furrowed as he gestured to himself. "Jules, it's me! We were in Miyagi-Do together."
"Oh! Oh-" she grimaced, adjusting her grip on her binder. "Jesus, okay one second child-" she turned her attention back to her phone. "I have to go, Mig. Some weird kid needs my help or whatever."
"And Jewish Black Widow returns! I'll see you after school, superhero."
