ROSALIND POV
Calculus was harder to get to than thought. For one thing, students, AKA me, were not supposed to be around after class started. That would mean detention, which would mean confusion. As for another thing, I, if anything, didn't know what the heck I was going to do.
"Rosalind! ROSALIND!" Jace hissed at me from far away. A teacher holding a Starbucks tumbler was whistling cheerfully, while one of the free period students was sucking on some boba, finding her way towards the library. Jace groaned, walking back, mop in hand as he stole one from the janitors' closet.
"Hey, bro!" A random guy walked past, giving him a hand for high five. Jace, as usual, ignored him.
"Sorry, I don't do physical contact."
"Oh man, got it."
Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to me, and pretended to start mopping. "You stupid! Move Rosalind!"
"I'm going to get caught!"
He glared at me. Rude. "Really? You couldn't just move another millimeter?"
Scowling, I inched over, and leaned against the wall. "This isn't going to work! Look at all these people!"
Pausing for a second, before realizing, he dunked his mop into the graying water. Jace paused then, at the sight of the fire alarm next to us. "On three, start running."
Realizing what he was going to do, I grabbed his arm. "That is the worst idea ever. We might as well jus-"
"One." He started, picking up the water bucket along with the mop.
"Two." Jace reached for the alarm.
"Jace. No."
"Three!" The alarm blared, the loud, screeching sounds causing a headache.
Grabbing the bucket, he ran towards the Calculus areas, all the while, yelling, "IT'S THE CALCULUS ROOMS!"
With no other choice but to follow, I ducked my head and pretended to be fleeing as well. Keeping up with his long strides, I was nearly out of breath by the time we reached the rooms.
Looking around, he ducked into the nearest classroom, and I stood outside awkwardly, ducking into crevices whenever they saw me. It wasn't as if I were scared someone would recognize me, no, more of an instinct.
Seconds later, my counterpart appeared, outside, baffled. Sighing, I hitched the army-green duffel bag higher up, and glanced around, hoping no one was around to see the strange sight. Stepping behind her, I pushed forward, waiting for the cold feeling of someone breathing down my neck-
It never came.
Frowning, I glanced around, and found that my counterpart had disappeared.
"LET ME OUT!!" A nerve-racking sound came from my brain.
Was it possible that my counterpart had melded with me?
A/N: Sorry this was so short, this book was actually on hold, but I already started this chapter and had to push through serious writer's block to finish this chapter, which is why it was so short. As I stated in The Anti-Cliche Life of Mary Sue, this book is officially on hold until I get more inspiration on this! Thanks for understanding <3
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