The Confession

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(LAURA P.O.V)

"Jonas is Mr.J? How would that
be?"

I rode in a taxi going to school.

When I arrive in school I saw Jonas together with cheerleaders laughing while his left hand placed on the captain cheerleader's shoulder.

I was sneak peeking behind the walls at Jonas.After Jonas left the squad he went under a big tree and sat down with earphones with him.

(JAKE P.O.V)

I didn't went to school because I was worried that Laura will ask Jonas about the note.

"What's got into you jake?Why the hell you gave it to Laura?!"

I was talking to myself while sitting on my bed while punching the pillow above on my lap.

*knock* *knock*

"Sir Jake? Your food is ready,sir."

Our slave exclaimed....Joke.....
Our maid shouted.

"Hmmmm...."

I was sitting on my bed watching Mockingjay.

I went downstairs and straight to the dining room.

While I was eating my phone rang.

.........ring.........

Me:Hello? Who is this is?

Unknown: Jake!!! It's me Kaira!!! Where are you? Miss Lee's looking for you..

Me: Uhmmm,...Ahhh....ehhhhh....ihhhhh....ohhhhh....uhhhh..
Just tell her I'll be there in a minute"

Kaira:Jake..wa--ii--.....

I immediately turn off my phone and end up our conversation.

I went to my car and drove.

........................ring............ ..........

"Shit! I'm late..."

It'll be our first subject in the afternoon.

(Laura P.O.V)

"Good afternoon Miss Sanchez!" We greeted her in unison.

"Ok,please sit down.I have an important news to tell"

"Kaira,Where's Mr. Lescon?"

*BANG*

I heard a large slam on the door.

It was Jake.

"Mr.Lesson Why are you late?"

I was confused of Jake's face it has anger,sadness and worried ness.

He walked and passed infront of my chair.Our sitting arrangement is like this..

Me-----Kylie-----JP----Jake

When he passed infront of me,he stopped infront of me and turned his head.

"I'm ...sorry..."he whispered so nobody will notice.

"Huh?"

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