8. Dont Trust Her

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*Elijah*

Aw, damn! Another mf day of school!!

I pushed my alarm clock off the dresser and it fell on the floor. I didn't even bother to pick it up.  I stared at the ceiling for a good ten minutes before I took a shower and got dressed.

"Leaving early?" My mom asked when I was walking downstairs.

"Yup. Gonna meet Jacob and Mike at the bus stop."

"Okay. Have a great day." She gave me a hug and I left the house. By the time I got to the bus stop, the boys were already there in their own little convo.

"What's good!" I caught their attention and they dapped me up.

Mike stretched his arms. "Nothing. Im tired. I really want to go back home."

"Right." Jacob agreed.

"I dont blame yall."

Honestly, I really didn't want to go to school. It was so boring there and all the teachers suck balls.

"Well, we're gonna have to go to school. We cant just skip it." I shrugged. They glanced at eachother and an evil smirk grew on both of their faces.

"Oh, come on yall. Dont tell me you both tryna skip."

"Duh! Of course we are!" Jacob laughed taking Mike's hand in his. He used to always stop us from doing what we shouldn't be doing. Now he's wit it. Who the hell has our baby cakes been hanging around??? Before I knew it, they were walking away.

"We're going to Tim Hortons, Elijah! You can come with us if you want!" Mike yelled as they walked away.

Oh no, this nigglet didn't just--

"IM TELLING YOUR PARENTS ABOUT THIS!!!" I yelled.

***AT TIM HORTONS***

"We're definitely NOT telling our parents about this!" I put my head down on the table as my friends laughed. What the hell gave them the idea to skip school?

"I knew he would come! You owe me five!" Jacob put his hands out.

"Naaaahhh, you cant take the five until you take the D!"

"Iew! No! Stop!"

"TMI! TMI!!" I gave them the hand. They tried to high five me but I swatted their hands away.

"Nooooo!!! You thought we were  friends!" I laughed.

Suddenly? A Jacob-sized (midget) waitress came to us with her clipboard.

Hi. Im Ashlee. How may I take your order?"

The boys shot her evil glares for some reason.

"Since when are there waitresses at a cafe? Especially at Tim Hortons. You know damn well you a fake!" Mike pointed out.

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