"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER SIXTY: House of Campaigns └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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Lyla hadn't realized how hard helping Amber with her campaign would be when she agreed to be her campaign manager, especially since Alfie wasn't helping in the least. But it seemed she was doing just fine as she spotted Mara in the theater room, and pranced down the hall to Amber and the group of cheerleaders. "Okay, she's in the theater room. Are we ready?" She asked, earning huge smiles and nods, making Lyla internally cringe.
"Okay, wait for my signal." She instructed, before running back down the hall, to the entrance to the drama hall. She turned back and sent Amber a thumbs up, and the cheerleaders all started cheering, "Millington! Millington!" Over and over, gaining everyone's attention.
As soon as Mara walked into the hall, Amber smirked and began her routine. She walked down the hall with the cheerleaders following her, then did a cartwheel into four backhand springs, all while the cheerleaders were cheering her name.
Standing up, Amber spun around to face Mara, whipping her hair in the process, before saying her line, "Vote Millington. You'd better be willing-ton." And with that the cheerleaders started handing out flyers for Amber's campaign, Lyla following behind.
She grinned as she walked up to Jerome, handing him a flyer, "Here, you might want this. Make sure to vote for the right person." She snarked, shoving the paper in his hands. The boy let out a low chuckle, seething as he watched her walk away to hand out more flyers.
"Okay, Amber, what are your actual policies?" Mara questioned, as she approached the blonde. Lyla taking it as her queue to stand beside her friend. "Haircuts, short skirts, and mandatory chillax periods?" The girl mocked, while Lyla glared at her, Amber only smiled. "Because, and I quote, 'Who needs classes anyway?'" She finished off.
"I see my message is really getting through to you. Want a button?" Amber offered, handing the girl a pin. Lyla smirked at Mara's reaction, it seemed like she was really getting ticked off.
"This is a chance for us to really make a difference!" She complained, "Who's fed up with having textbooks that date back from 1987?"
"M-A-R-A." Patricia started a chant, as one half of the room shouted, "Mara!" Lyla glared at Jerome, who was smirking at her like he had already won, but she wouldn't have it.
"Who's fed up with the mirrors in the bathrooms making you look like a horror show?" Amber questioned, before the cheerleaders and Lyla cheered, "Whoo!" Jerome stifled a laugh at Lyla trying to be peppy. "And by you, I mean you, Mara." Amber sassed her, earning yet another cheer.
