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Three- Lies and Confessions

 Hey my beautiful babies agh okay so remember the outfits that Preston wears are in the external link on the side ! Also, there's a picture of Preston on the side of this chapter too ! Isn't she lovely ?Thank you for helping me reach 1k reads, if you could please show people this story it would mean a lot xx -emilia 

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For the past three days, Wesley and I have been eating lunch together in the choir room working on our song.  Nothing much has come out of it though because we always end up thinking that it sounds off or not liking the lyrics all that much.  Lotti and Sasha are starting to get really antsy about the whole being with Wesley and I quote, ‘all the time’.  It’s not really ‘all the time’ if it’s only lunch.

We’re sitting in the choir room together as usual, working on our piece … as usual. “So here, play a C for me on the piano?” Wes asks me simply.

 I play him the chord and he strums it on his guitar.  “Is there any way we can work this out this weekend or something?” he adds on as he continues to strum on his guitar trying to find the right notes that fit with the lyrics that we have set on for the first two lines. He can’t do it though, so he starts to get frustrated.

“Yeah we can do that if you want.  Well just hang out at my place,” I reply easily.

He says yes and we get up to go to our next block class.  I have Physics with Sasha and Lotti so I’m excited to talk to them about the song.

I make my way there and they’re already seated when I walk in so I take my place next to them. They waste no time in firing the questions. “So, how’s song writing going?”  Lotti asks quickly.

I tell them that it’s going well, and that we got a little done today.

Before they can say anything back, our teacher Ms. Belle walks into class. We stop our talking instantly and turn our attention towards her. “Okay class,” she addresses us, I’m handing back the tests, and there will be no retakes.  I repeat no retakes under any circumstances.” 

She hands us back our papers and I’m beaming with joy because I realize I’ve scored a 98 percent.

Next to me, Sasha slams her test down on the desk making everyone else look at us. “Damn it, 72.” 

“At least you didn’t get a 63,” Lotti replies.  “What about you lovely?”  

Lotti looks at me and because they don’t know that I can actually maintain my grades, I lie.

“65. I guess I won’t be going out this weekend.” 

I know it’s not good to lie, especially about grades because, I mean, it’s grades.  I know I should be proud, but I noticed that whenever I earn good grades the girls get pissed or make fun of me for being ‘too smart’.

“Oh my god,” I announce swiftly, “look at what Hannah is wearing.”   I’m quick to change the subject and their attention diverts.  “She looks totes tragic.” 

All the girls start whispering about how disgusting she looks and I can’t help but notice that they have the attention span of a squirrel. 

“Hey Hannah, I thought pumpkins didn’t walk,” Sasha claims, and then starts she laughing hysterically.

I can’t help but laugh along. 

She’s sporting orange Doc. Martens, a light orange blazer, and a floral orange blouse.  She almost started crying, but instead of paying attention to her dramatic meltdown, I turn on my phone hoping to text Wesley.  The class before and after every test we have in physics is basically a free for all because our teacher is just that tight.