Chap 7: That Bastard

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(It's been a month since you last saw Chloe, right now it's October 7th, the time when the game LIS started)
"It's been a month, a month (Y/N), why don't you call her godammit!" You said silently to yourself. You were inside the office in the Arts room, helping Mr. Sullivan grade some papers on some Art topic that you knew nothing about. You sat on your cheap plastic chair, your ass already felt numb due to sitting on it for hours, just grading papers on the subject you had no interest in and for the person that you loathed.
"Not because you want to see her, but because she owed you one hundred fucking dollars. Admit it, (Y/N), you also want to see her" You mumbled silently to yourself. It wasn't a lie that you found Chloe attractive, but in all seriousness, you really wanted that money back. Mr. Sullivan pushed opened the door to the office, you looked at the clock seeing that it read 3:50PM. 'Fuck yeah, school's out, no more work for me', as you started collecting your things and stuffing them into your leather bag, Mr. Sullivan cleared his throat.
  "Where do you think you're going?" You slowly turned your head around, with your hands still in your bag, you could see  Mr. Sullivan had another pile of papers in his hands, he loudly slammed them onto the table, and smirked. The fucker smirked.
  "I need you to do a report on every student we have here in the Arts Department, their grades, performance, papers and all that. I'll be back in a few hours to check on you" You groaned loudly and took your stuff out of your bag.
  "HEY!" The fucker- I mean Mr. Sullivan yelled out, you looked at him in fear, he had arms crossed on front of his chest.
  "Just because you're a kid, doesn't mean you can have it easier, they don't pay you to do nothing here."
That's right, because they don't pay me shit. "You didn't change at all since high school, (Your Surname, Y/S)" You wanted to hit him on his smug face, but considering that if you lost this job, you wouldn't have anywhere to sleep. You could always live with Michael though, but you wanted sometime before you go back to your parents' house, so yes. One day you're going to punch that motherfucker on the face and waltz right out of there and quit.
  "I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I'm just still not adjusting to this working environment" He smirked again, and ran his fingers through his messy brown hair.
  "It's been a month, (Y/S), get used to it faster, whether you like it or not, at least you don't have a family to feed" With that said, he then left the room. After he shut the door, you threw your sleeping pillow onto the door, yes, you have pillow to sleep on if you want to doze off in the inside the office. You looked out the window and you could see the students already leaving the campus, going somewhere to get high or something. This is the first time that you were jealous of the students, when you were a student, you were jealous of the teachers, thinking that they had nothing to do after school, unlike students, they had homework. Oh no, oh no (Y/N) you're wrong, you're dead wrong.
  *RIIINNG RIIINNNGGGGG RIIINNGGGG TAKE THAT MR. SULLIVAN NOW (Y/N) CAN LEAVE*
  The fire alarm sound loudly, this time, it was your turn to rejoice, you didn't even care about the papers, you walked right out of there with your leather bag swung across your shoulder, on your way out of the big sized classroom, you could see Mr. Sullivan shuffling through the box of paintbrushes, with his headphones plugged in, you thought that maybe that he didn't hear the alarm. Even though he was a condescending asshole, he was a good man in the inside, so you walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder, making him a bit startled.
  "What the hell-" He took out his headphones and heard the fire alarm, his face mixed with the emotions of surprise and confusion. He looked at you, and his face only left with gratitude. Both of you ran out of the classroom, you weren't as in a hurry as he was,  he ran out, you jogged out. Mr. Sullivan already pushed through the door, you were tightly behind him. But because he was an asshole, he didn't hold the door for you, causing the door to slam you right at your nose. You fell to the floor wincing at the pain on your nose. You could feel something wet on your philtrum, 'Shit I'm bleeding'. You thought, before you could open the door again and run after that bastard, a loud bang sounded loudly behind you. You whipped your head around and saw someone you least expected to see.
  Chloe.
 

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