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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳

𝑱𝑨𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀. 𝟐𝟕𝐓𝐇. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀, 𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺.

Ever since last week, Michael's been...

Odd.

I guess my comment got to him, kinda.

Him and his group still threw side remarks and made fun of us, but they slowed down a lot more.

Probably since Michael wasn't the main one antagonizing it anymore.

Whatever the case, thank god.

I didn't have to deal with those assholes as constantly as I used to.

I reached my locker, I had just came back from my algebra class and unfortunately, I had nobody in there.

And by nobody, I meann't Ayesha.

But luckily for me, Michael and Jasmine were in my history class.

yay.

I grabbed my history textbook, and as if on que I heard the familiar fast footsteps.

"Hey Y/n...!" Ayesha speed walked towards me. Giving me a long hug.

"Hey girl, what's with you today?" I laughed, as Ayesha looked up at me.

"What's with me today?" She asked sarcastically,

"Oh, I'll tell you."

"My science class was horrible, literal hell."

Ayesha walked to her locker, which was luckily close to mine.

"Andrew and his little followers were making fun of me through the WHOLE class."

"And then when I finally snap back, Miss George sends ME out of the classroom and to the principal office."

"Meanwhile everyone in the class isn't even paying attention to her damn class!" I patted her back.

To calm her down, and because people were starting to stare.

Including staff, and lord knows I don't need another run-in with that "principal"

"Honestly I'm starting to think Miss George favors the boys in that class. She never says anything to them."

Ayesha mumbled, grabbing her algebra books.

"She's probably favoring the boys since her sons aren't in her life, right?"