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John POV

I brought the unconscious Brooklyn to my classroom and put her in my chair.

I looked at the clock. Lunch won't be over for another 20 minutes. Oh the things I could do in 20 minutes.

"What are we going to do with you.." I said to myself.

"Mr. Adams?"

"Yes?"

"Is Brooklyn Dovalani with you by any chance."

"Uh... yes she is."

"Her father is here. Can you please dismiss her?"

"Yes I can."

Damnit. Why is he back. He's not supposed to be back for another two weeks.

I woke her up. She looked confused then she saw me and looked scared, or angry. Or both.

"Why am I here? What did you do to me? Where's Zen-"

"Don't bombard me with questions. W-"

"Where is Zendaya?" Brooklyn interrupted.

"You know I think I like you more when you're unconscious. "

"What did you do to me?" She said angrily.

"Nothing. Your dad is here go pack up."

"My dad?"

"Yes your father. The man that helped put in the effort to create you. The man you live with. Your father."

She blinked in confusion and went to pack up without saying anything.

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