•Chapter 10•

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Chapter 10: Wouldn't You Like To Know.

"Psst."

"Ashley!" Someone whispers loudly, grinding my teeth together I turn around.

"What?" I whisper to Elizabeth, she smiles at me.

"Hi." She whispers, I shake my head at her.

"Hi." I reply hoping that she'll leave me alone.

"How was-"

"-Look" I cut in, "I have better things to do right now, so if you could shut up that would be-"

"Miss pane?" A deep voice interrupts me, plastering a fake smile I turn towards the professor.

"Yes, sir?" I ask, trying my hardest not to gag at his unappealing face.

"I would prefer it if you didn't talk in my class." He says flashing his yellow teeth. I shudder and nod.

"Psst."

Maybe if I ignore her she'll leave me alone....

"Psst."

"Psst."

"Oh, shut up!" I yell at her, she leans back her smiles disappearing off her face, a frown taking over.

"Miss Pane! That is enough."

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"Hey Ashley?"

I groan, "Yes Elizabeth?"

"Have a nice day." She smiles packing up her things and leaving the room, I sigh happily now that she's gone, I grab my stuff and head out the door.

"Hey." Ethan says startling me, I turn towards him a smile instantly light in. up my face.

"Hi Ethan." I breath. How does he always look so damn good?

"Don't forget to call me." He kisses my cheek before walking away. Of course being the hormonal female I am, I stare at his ass.

Damn.

"Ashley!"

Oh for fucks sake.

"What?" I turns around coming face to face with Isaac.

"Oh..uh.. Hey Isaac."

He doesn't smile at me, his mouth is in a frowns and it looks like he's going to cry.

"Have you seen a black book anywhere?"

Shit.

"Me? No....."

He smiles slightly, "Well if you see it please tell me. It means a lot to me."

Oh shit. He's going to kill us when he's finds out. He's going to slowly burn us alive and then throw our ashes into the ocean where no one will find us.

"Ashley!"

Give me a break.

"Yes?" I turn to Ella, she smiles at me.

"It's time." She says.

Time to what?

Die when Isaac finds out that we've taken his journal.

Shut up.

"It's time to read his journal."

I shake my head, "Ella no, he looked like he was going to cry when he asked me if I knew where it was."

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