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It's been almost a week since you met Mr. Munson. Your day started normally. You got up, did the usual, and got you and the twins to school. You entered your first class and sat down at your desk between Sawyer and Delilah.
You scribbled on a sheet of paper as you wait for class to begin. You notice the familiar tuffs of blonde hair sit on your right and well-known brown-black braids on your left.
"Nancy got a report on the game on Saturday but she wants us to get a personal report with Lucas and...some of the others," Sawyer mutters the last part, glancing at your bruised face.
You roll your eyes and sigh. "I can do it,"
"What?" Delilah and Sawyer gasp.
"Y/n, you already know how that's gonna go," Delilah says, messing with her braid.
"I'll be fine. I wouldn't let those dicks mess with my life that much. Let them drive me out of the club? No way in hell," you reply.
"Fine but I still think you won't get out of there alive," Delilah shrugs.
"I bet you I will," you challenge her.
"If you chicken out or come back hurt, you come over to my house and try my mom's spiciest kimchi," she smirks.
"You're on, Lilah," you grin. "And if I don't, you let Brooklyn do your make up,"
