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TWENTY ONE.
(I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame.)
Emmy had texted Hawk that she was staying over at Tory's again, and to not worry about where she was. She had almost sent Miguel the same text considering she was basically living in his apartment, but then the night events flooded her mind and she angrily deleted it.
She sat in her seat in her Math class, mindlessly scrolling through social media as she and the rest of the people in the class wait for their teacher to come in.
"Good morning, students and faculty. Welcome to a brand new-year at West Valley High. I hope you all had a wonderful summer and are ready to dive back into the school year. You can also purchase tickets for the fall musical, which will be a production of the global hit, Grease. And finally, as we embark upon another academic year, it's important to remember to be tolerant and accepting of all of our peers regardless of ⎯ Hey, what...you're not supposed to be in here!"
The sudden interruption in the morning announcements made Emmy sit up straight in her chair. What was going on?
The feedback from the microphone made her bring her hands up to her ears and then glanced around at the rest of the students around her.
"Samantha LaRusso."
Tory's voice had her hands slowly dropping, staring at the speaker. Tory had told her that she was going to miss the first few minutes of school, but never said that reason why.
"You know what you did, and now you're gonna pay for it. I'm coming for you bitch!"
The bell then rang soon after that, and Emmy bolted up from her seat and out of the classroom. She knew that Tory wasn't gonna take the news of Miguel and Sam kissing well and felt a little bit of shame for telling her.
