𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

84| Peace.

84 | Peace.

| Sage's POV |

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"Is that Jamie?" I asked, my words directed to Rory while my eyes were glued to Paris. My sister nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yes," she confirmed.

I cleared my throat, my attention fully shifting to Rory. "No, I don't think you understand. I mean is that Jamie with Paris? Is that Jamie with Paris with her books in his hands? Is that Paris willingly walking with him while he has her books in his hands? Wait—is that Paris blushing? Good god, is the world ending?"

"Yes, again. To all of the above," Rory snickered, her nose scrunching at me. "Except for the last one, hopefully." I shrugged at that, "eh, debatable."

Suddenly, an arm was resting on my head, while someone whispered beside me. "Why are we spying on people?" I rolled my eyes, shoving Wesley away and nearly into the principal who just so happened to be walking in the direction of where I happened to shove him.

"Excuse you—"

"Sorry, sir. I am so sorry, I tripped on—uh, a banana peel. I thought it only happened in movies, yet I'm living proof," he stumbled, tripping over his words like I typically did during an average walk through the park. Wesley was usually incredibly confident, and rarely ever second guessed himself, but he was terrified of our principal. For good reason, I guess.

"Fucking loser," I looked to the side, watching Wesley's friends walk over to us.

I guess they could be deemed as my acquaintances, seeing as I'd seen them nearly every time I was with Wesley, but they weren't my favorite people on the planet. They were just so loud and slightly too obnoxious for my taste. But they were incredibly funny, I'll give them that at least.

Wesley grabbed his backpack and threw it at one of their heads. "Shut up, dickhead."

Everett Mason, who was as rich as rich could get, caught the bag and the next thing I knew, it was suddenly hot potato with Wesley's backpack.

Another guy, James Bennett, someone got a nose bleed when he tossed in his bag as well, and falling to realize it wasn't zipped shut, got a textbook to the nose.

Leo Amobi, the most athletic person at the Chilton, was definitely the best at throwing and catching the flying backpacks, but he wasn't the best at staying focused when a group of girls walked by. He also ended up with a few bruises from scattering textbooks. Somehow apples had gotten thrown into the mix? I'm not too sure.

"Jesus, yeah I'm leaving," I said, following Rory who was slowly inching away. "See you, froggy!" James called out, waving at me. I resisted the urge to groan, "it was one game! Seriously?"

"I'll see you tonight, Sage," Wesley grinned, jumping in front of me to catch a flying boot and mess with my hair.

"Tonight?" Leo teased, his eyebrows wiggling up and down. Wesley nodded, "yeah, when I watch  her mom—hot, by the way—die of dancing and try and not let her die of over-studying. Fun times," he said.

"Whatever," I complained, yanking the collar of his shirt to make him trip.

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"No," I said, turning away from my mom and going to walk into my room. "Oh, come on!" I felt a hand grab my wrists as Rory pulled me back. "I don't dance, Sage, and mom needs someone. Besides, you're way better at staying awake than I am. Please," she pleaded, her eyes boring into mine.

I sighed, leveling my gaze with hers. Her hand slipped from my arm as she went to smile, before my voice stopped her. "Let's see, no," I said.

"Ugh! Sage," Rory complained, passing Dean, who was on the couch next to Lane, to follow me.

"Like I said, no," I repeated. "You're only asking because mom guilted you into it and you don't wanna let her down, so you want me to take your place. And that's not happening, sorry, kid," I said, giving her a small grin before I shut my door on her.

"You hate me!" Rory called out from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, "if you say so."

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