Freak || .01

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/ freak \
No one can find out.
No one.
I'm going to be called a freak.
An outcast.
I trudged into the school doors.
"Hey Grace!"
I wave and make my way to my locker.
"Ready for hell?"
I laugh.
"Always."
Walking down the hallway I see the glare.
Daggers sent right at me.
My stomach churns.
"Cmon we'll be late for French."
I'm dragged by the arm through the class room doors.
I take my seat in the front as everyone starts coming in.
"5' o clock, he's looking hot today."
I turn to see Luke Hemmings in his lacrosse jersey.
"Jesus Christ."
Kay hits my arm.
"Right?"
"Bonjour class!"
"Bonjour."
- droning out french aka the class I'm struggling in rn ha -
"Mr. Hemmings, since you can't seem to pay attention why don't you seat behind Ms. Wright."
"Praise God."
I stifle a laugh and turn to Kay as some students pack up.
"Are you going tonight?"
"Yeah, I'd never miss a chance to see bae."
"You don't even know his name."
"So what? He's cute."
"Where are you guys going?"
Luke butts in.
Think think.
"Ummm bounce plex."
He nods.
"I'll be there."
"Why?" I blurt out.
Fuck.
"I work there now."
"Oh, right."
I smile and grab my backpack.
My phone dings indicating a new DM request.
'Wanna be friends? :)'

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