Chapter 9

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"Oh my freaking god."

"What the hell!? That's crazy!"

"Are you serious?"

I listened more intently, the voices coming from outside sounded really familiar. The classroom door was closed, but the people outside were making quite a commotion. I looked over at Keaton and could tell he was trying to listen to the voices too. Mrs. Burns was at the front of the classroom as usual, newspaper in hand. I flipped through the pages about the influence of Greek architecture on modern day society. I started my notes last night, so I was done already. Keaton was still taking down notes.

"Dude that's awesome! Where's Keaton?" My ears perked up at the mention of Keaton's name. Keaton dropped his pen. I turned around to face him.

Is that Wes? he mouthed to me. I thought back to the voices. I'm pretty sure it was him, I just couldn't be sure. The closed door muffled the sound too much.

And Drew? I mouthed back. He shrugged his shoulders. I looked around the classroom; how was no one else hearing this? Only a few kids had headphones in, and the ones who didn't should have heard the shouting. But if they did, they didn't acknowelege it, they just continued to scribble away in their notebooks.

That's when I saw him in the window. Drew looked super excited, I didn't know what was going on. As soon as he caught my attention he started making all these weird hand motions. I squinted my eyes at him in confusion. What? He slowed down and tried to point behind me. KEATON. He mouthed. I nodded and looked back at the younger Stromberg. I cocked my head in the direction of the door. Keaton got the message and slowly started packing up his things. He raised his hand, but Mrs. Burns didn't see him. He cleared his throat and she looked up from the crossword puzzle.

"Yes, Mr. Stromberg?" She questioned.

"Uh Mrs. Burns I have a student council meeting, can I go?" Keaton asked. It took everything I had not to laugh, he was the worst liar. She nodded.

"Did you finish your outline?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you may go. Just place your notes on that empty desk on your way out." Just by the way Keaton placed his papers down I could tell he didn't really finish. I wouldn't be too stressed out about it though, Mrs. Burns doesn't really check any of our classwork. I caught his eye on his way out the door. I moved my thumbs up and down miming a texting motion. He nodded and disappeared through the door.

25 minutes had passed and I still hadn't heard anything from Keaton. Or Wes. Drew didn't even shoot me a text. I checked our group chat a couple times, thinking that maybe I had missed a message or something. But no. Not a word. I was about to pack up all my books and listen to some music when I heard a knock at the door.

"Oh, Principal Melrose! What a surprise!" Mrs. Burns exclaimed. At that moment I saw her drag her feet off the desk and throw her crossword puzzle under all of her answer keys and textbooks.

"Sorry to interrupt your lecture Mrs. Burns." He turned and looked back at the perfectly clean chalkboard that hadn't been used in days. The class snickered.

"Quite alright." Mrs. Burns cleared her throat, oblivious to the class and it's mocking.

"I needed to borrow a student of yours. Avery Brayden? Is she in here?" Principal Melrose asked, squinting through his glasses, scanning the room. The entire class turned around to look at me. Embarrassed, I raised my hand. "Ah, okay dear. Come with me and take your things." 

Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh.

Everyone murmured as I followed the principal into the hall. Oh please, grow up guys. We're not five.

"Excuse me, Principal Melrose?" I asked trying to keep up with him in the hallway. The guy had long legs; he moved fast.

"Hmm?" He answered in response.

"Uh, I was just kind of wondering what all of this was about?" I asked confused. Was it Wesley and Drew? Did they get Keaton into trouble getting him to skip class?

"Oh don't worry sweetheart, no one's in trouble." He smiled but didn't offer any additional information. What could possibly be going on right now? When we reached the large wooden door of Principal Melrose's office he motioned for me to open the door. When the door was wide open I saw a bunch of people turn around to look at me. After a few seconds of confusion I recognized Keaton, Wes, Drew, Adrianna, and Jason.

"What's going on here guys?" I asked hesitantly stepping into the office. Adrianna and Jason looked just as confused as I did.

"No idea. We just got here too." Jason shrugged. Adrianna sat in a chair agains the wall. There was an empty one right next to her and she motioned for me to sit down. On my way over to sit next to Adrianna I stopped in front of Wes and Keaton.

"What's going on?" I asked them. The boys just exchanged a look and smiled at each other.

"You'll see." Drew said. I scowled at the trio suspiciously and took a seat next to Adrianna, waiting for Principal Melrose to come in. I started playing with a piece of string coming off the seat cushion.

"You guys didn't get Keaton in trouble right?" I glared at them.

"Yes and no." Wes said, leaning on the principal's desk. I stared at him in confusion. Wait what?

I heard the door creak open. I was practically standing on my seat. "So I'm assuming you all wonder why you were called here…" Principal Melrose stated. I turned to Jason and Adrianna and we all nodded to each other. "Well, I was sitting at my desk last period when I received a very interesting phone call…" The boys were smiling even wider now, as if waiting for a really good punch line to hit the three of us.

We all nodded as if to say, go on. "So on that note, it is my pleasure to congratulate Drew Chadwick, Welsey Stromberg, and Keaton Stromberg on their accomplishments. You made it boys. You're going to represent HBHS on the X Factor USA. Go make our school proud."

Yay :D I'm so excited to start writing these X Factor chapters :) 35 votes for the next one? Tell me what you guys think so far. Do you like it? By the way, a picture of Brianna is on the side.

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