Ignorance is Bliss. Wait, Scratch that....Innocence is Bliss.

Chapter 8!!!! (:

Hey guys. So I want to dedicate this chapter to my friend XSweetDreamsX coz she has helped me write and edit a lot in this story and I know I couldn’t have done it without her. Love you! Thank you loads!! :D

I love the song on the side. It's WE FOUND LOVE by RIHANNA. Amaaaaazing song!

Pic of what I imagine Ashton and agnes would be like-------------------------->>>>>>>>

Oh and just so you know, this chapter IS NOT EDITED!!!! So plz excuse all the grammar and spelling mistakes!

Now read on.

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Vanessa’s POV:

Top, check. Skinny jeans check. Boots, check. Hairbrush, check. Toiletry bag, check. Earrings- Oh no! Math homework...not so check! I quickly stuffed the rest of my belongings in my overnight bag before shuffling over to my bag and yanking my books open as I sat down on my chair. I groaned and grabbed my hair in frustration barely stopping myself before I did a face plant on my desk. Algebra and stress just do not mix well. Don’t get me wrong. Usually I love math, but at this point I was going completely crazy thinking about what was going to happen once I reached the pack house. Would my friends tease me now that Ashton was back for good? Would Ashton still be there when I got there? And above all, was I going to have to endure a night of being a dummy for the rest of the girls to dress up as they please? All these thoughts were shooting through my head like a tiny little meteor shower of my own. On top of that I had to solve math problems. Brilliant. Just peachy, I tell you.

I quickly began scribbling down the answers to the equations, trying to solve them as fast as possible. If I was late I would so be in for it later. With that thought in mind I picked up the pace even more. When, I had only three questions left I heard my door creak slightly as it opened and Genevieve’s head popped in from the other side. “You ready to go V?” She asked strolling in, followed by Aria not a moment later. “Well I would be if I could get this homework done. Urghhh! Jenny, come here. What would the value of x be in this equation? I know how to do this! I know it! Why can’t I remember? Do you know it? How do we find out this part...?” Genevieve opened her mouth to reply but then, “Oh yeah. X=10. Thanks.” I said writing the last part of my answer down. When I looked up, I saw them both gaping at me so I shot them a weak smile. Uh oh. What if they know something’s up? What if they find out I’m nervous to go to the sleepover for the fear of banging into yours….no, mine truly I guess?

I quickly finished the other two questions and then turned towards my friends smiling as I slammed the book shut on my desk and got up. They just stared a little bit more as I got up and gave them a hug each. ‘So are we ready to go? Let’s go! I hope Mrs. Anderson makes spaghetti, don’t you? It’s really good spaghetti, I really like it. Wait, why aren’t we moving? Come on, walk.” I said pulling then both by their arms, while continuing. “And her lasagna is just amazing! Hey, did you know that lasagna  is Garfield’s favorite food? Nicky was telling me. He was watching it yesterday and-” I was halted as both of them stopped mid step. I turned to look at them questioningly while they both stood with their hands on their hips looking at me suspiciously, eyes narrowed. I gulped.

“What is going on with you Vanessa? You have been acting very strange lately. No scratch that, ever since lunch. What’s up with you? You were behaving really weird.”

“It’s nothing.” I said, trying to sound convincing, but they still looked at me disbelievingly. “Come oooooon Vanessa! Tell us what’s wrong. Is it that weirdo Mason that just won the elections for vice-president? Was he following you around like a creep again? Because if he is, I could totally get him to leave you alone. Leave the school even. I would annoy him so much he would go crying back to his mommy.” Aria suggested.