It's not easy to pick sides. Everyone has secrets, secrets they want hidden and buried. What extent would you go to hide your secrets? How far would you go for self preservation?
Like father, like daughter.
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The next day at school when you saw Crystal she seemed to be more friendly. When you said hi to her she smiled and greeted you the same way.
She was definitely less cold to you than the first day you had met her.
It was unfortunate that you were in different departments. Since you couldn't see her or any of your other friends until lunch.
But at least you had Duke to keep you company. Although, sometimes he was just in his own world, too preoccupied with writing his next set of lyrics.
And Mary was always hanging around Vin, so it was difficult for you two to have a normal conversation without feeling like you both were being judged.
It's not like the teacher really cared, so you were mostly just scrolling on your phone for half the class. Except for today apparently.
The vocal and dance department was supposed to be getting a special guest. You weren't sure who it was but so far it has had your teacher losing more hair than he already was.
You weren't allowed to take out your phone or be too loud for the entire class period, as he had stated the previous day.
"We want to show our guests that we are well mannered and diligent!" He reminded the class once again.
You wondered what even mattered considering that the special guests he kept referencing were already late.
Eventually he did quiet everyone down, and he got ready to introduce them.
"I would like for you all to thank this man, for he has granted you all with the opportunity of working with a prestigious company known for producing the best artists in the country." He started off as if he was referring to the Messiah.
But the class, upon hearing all of this started to murmur with excitement.
Just as the teacher was starting to talk again the main door to the class was opening.
A man dressed in a black and white suit had walked through the door. He had a sleek leather case with him and a million dollar grin plastered on his face.
It made you sick.
"Everyone, this is mister [L/n]. He will be sponsoring our department for the foreseeable future." The teacher talked loudly with a permanent smile on his face.
Your classmates practically cheered as you shrunk down in your seat. The man's eyes almost never left yours as he observed your expression. But he never stopped grinning.
"Hello everyone." He started. " I will like to thank you all for the opportunity in supporting young and talented individuals like yourselves."
He held out his arms greatly as the class listened intently.
"And I would like to say what an honor it is to be helping my daughters, [Y/n]'s, classmates." He held his hand out in your direction.
All eyes immediately focused on you. Whispered started as you tried to make yourself as small as you could.
