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'Ross: Can I confess something? And...will you promise me that it won't change anything in our bond? And that you won't stop texting me, no matter what happens?'

'Emma: Of course, I promise :).'

'Ross: I'm a -

"EMMA!"

My head immediately shoots upwards to the yelling teacher. She kinda has every right to.

"Out! To the principal right at this moment, young lady!" Her loud, cringe-worth voice slowly drew attention from every single student towards me.

Which I never liked.

I secretly slipped my phone into the pocket of my R5 sometime last night sweater, hating the way everyone was looking at me.

With the teacher's glares, I slowly stood up, walking with my hands clutching at the school bag, seeing boys smirk, girls throwing dirty looks, and some well, minding their own damn business.

Being the good girl, my feet have never stepped and entered with my yelling teacher hot on my tracks into the brown, wooden door of the principal's office.

Except for this one, hell of a day.

The thing is, I was supposed to be all awkward, shy, and even ashamed....none of that was of what I felt.

I was still trying to overcome my writer's block and come up with an idea of how Ross should confess he's Ross...

Which was what I've been working on in class.

Writing Fanfictions is really not that healthy, but it's my life. Just give me a few scenarios and another amazing story published to the world, making different girls of different languages awe and fantasize their celebrity crush dating them. Magic, ain't it?

I could get myself into some deep trouble, but leave my fellow readers hanging?

Na'Ah

If I promised for an update, I'm going to risk everything for it.

"You're having your phone back by the end of the semester. End of discussion."

Not everything...

"What? But I can't-"

"I can let you have it by the end of the year if you didn't apologize, and head to your bus before 4:05!"

Looks like I broke my promise...sorry fellow fangirls. No update tonight.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey," I softly bit my lip before she nodded towards the door, motioning for me to leave.

My feet dragged me to the school gate, seeing everyone hurry to their different busses to go home.

Never have I felt this empty without my phone. It felt like a piece of my heart being taken away from me...not that I cared about any texts or phone calls; I just wanted my Fanfictions back.

This was the only time I was committed to use my laptop, and open the app's site. Just to have that one simple Wattpad text, that slowly increased my addiction.

From: @ImSecretlyRomeo
Hey I read your story about Ross Lynch and I really liked it :)

A\N

Hiiiiiii so this is something I'm very excited aboutttt

If you're kinda lost, I'm sorry 😅😅🙃 i could explain

This, my dears, is a collaboration with the amazing ross_is_my_life_r5
💖💖 we're both publishing it on each other's acc

I can promise and assure you, that this is going to be bomb and so amazing and so fan fucking tastic.

Hehe
Bye lovies 💖💖

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