Chapter 47

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Yo guys🔥I changed all the chapters to like numbers bc it's more organized and better for everyone❤️
-myla🙌🏼

Jacobs POV
     "Ok bye mom." I say and hop out of the car. I scan around the front of the school for Grace, but she wasn't there. She's probably still walking. I still felt bad that I didn't pick her up, I hope she isn't mad at me. I walk into school, and to my locker. I look around, and Grace and Mark both weren't there. I wonder where they were, maybe they are just running late. I decided to just shrug it off and walk into my first class.
     I walked into my science class, and I could feel Brandon's dark brown eyes glaring at me. I looked over at him, and I quickly shrugged it off. I decided to put my stuff on my table and go talk to Brandon. As I got closer, I could tell he wasn't himself. His eyes were red and puffy, and he has purple bags under his eyes. I could tell that he had been crying, and I could tell that he was pissed.

"Hey Brandon. What's up?" I say, trying to start a conversation.

"Just get away man. Seriously, don't talk to me." He said, then picked up his phone. Why would he be mad?

"Brandon, im just trying to be a friend. What's wrong? Seriously, whoever piss-" I started, but he cut me off.

"You! You piss me off, ok? Leave me alone already! Seriously I don't want to talk to you asshole." He said, then shoved me. I stumbled backwards, trying to catch my balance. It unfortunately didn't work, and I flopped on the ground. I feel everyone's eyes on me, so I quickly got up and ran to my seat, right as the bell rang.

Graces POV
"Jeez, What your problem?" Mark says, taunting me as I pass him in our driveway.

"Leave me alone." I say, stomping away back into my house. I storm in and see my mom packing up her things for work.

"Grace? Is that you?" She asks, while stuffing things into her bag. Shit. Now I have to reply. I try and run up the stairs, but she turns my way.

"Grace? Come down here." She says, and I slowly turn around and walk towards her.

"Why aren't you at school? You can't keep skipping school." My mom says, And I roll my eyes.

"Because I uh, I threw up on the way to school." I say, and a look of concern washes over her face. Yes, she actually believed me. I'm surprised, because im a horrible liar.

"Oh honey! Im sorry, I would have taken off of work but it's already to late. I'm really sorry sweetie, ummm. Ok, how about you go lay down and just relax the rest of the day, and I'll have someone check up on you. Ok? Now I need to go! Love you!" She says, than kisses my cheek and runs out of the door. Once I hear the door shut, I know I'm free.

"Yes!" I shout out loud. Unlike a normal kid who would probably start dancing around the house and doing whatever he/she wanted, i ran back upstairs, put on comfy clothes, and went back to bed.

Jacobs POV
-lunch time-
I walk out of the lunch line, carrying my tray. I scan around, trying to spot out my friends. I look for Grace, but she hasn't been in any of our classes we have together. I see Mark and I run towards him. Mark and I aren't the closest of friends, but we have made up since the punching thing.

"Hey Mark, can I sit-" I start, but of course I get cut off.

"Don't talk to me man, seriously just get away." He says, then Brandon comes over.

"What are you doing? Get outta my way asshole." He says, then pushes me over. My tray goes flying, and the food scatters around the floor, myself, and Mark.

"What the hell man!" I say, super frustrated. I look around, and everyone is laughing at me. I could feel hot tears swell up in my eyes, and a lump grows in my throat. I run out of the lunch room, and Brandon rolls his eyes and sits down.

"Ya know, im kinda glad I'm not dating Grace, because I didn't know she was into crybabys!" Brandon shouts, and everyone dies of laughter. I run through the halls, trying to find the nearest janitors closet or something. I didn't even realize where I was running, or who was in my way, until I could feel myself hit someone. I spun back, and flew onto my back.

"Hey im sor-" I say, And Look up And realize it's...
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