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Song for the chapter: Heart Attack- Demi Lovato
Brooklyn insisted is giving each other our phone numbers.
I put him under "Whore" (politically incorrect but it's not like the president is going to check my phone) and he put me under Bossy Lady. I wanted to slap him desperately. A lot.
I really wanted to hate him. Brooklyn insists for me to at least tolerate him. I can't girl, I just can't.
"Just deal with him until everything is over." She had insisted a minute ago. We were still chilling in the music room since study hall wasn't over yet. My next period is lunch and no I'm not ditching. I wasn't sure what to do though since I was still angry at my two best friends for keeping a secret away from me.
"Hey, wanna watch a movie in the common room?" Jacob asked suddenly. "We still have like an hour."
The common room was the small square-shaped den that was located near the auditorium. It was a place where only seniors can go in. It had a TV, two couches, and a huge pink beanbag.
"Sure lets go." I chirped getting up and out. Brooklyn followed us and as we exited we bumped into Evelyn.
"Hey Evie!" Brooke said. Evelyn gaped at the person behind us. I looked behind me.
Oh, him.
"Hi Evelyn." Jake the Fake said. I think I have a new nickname for him. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL... I thought.
"H-hi J-Jacob." She stuttered and zapped away like a thunderbolt . My Percy Jackson readings have given me weird similes.
"She caught the love bug apparently." Brooke commented frowning.
"Not my type." I heard Jake loves to Bake muttered.
Ha, another one.
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Apparently, they only had movies rated under PG 13 so we decided to watch some Disney Movies. Brooklyn chose High School Musical 2 and Jacob groaned.
"Not that again! We watched that last week."
"Shut up cousin, I wanna watch it."
I laughed silently. They were the weirdest relatives ever. Jacob plopped down on the bean bag and I frowned. I wanted that! So being the nice person I am I sat on the couch instead.
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"We're all in this together..."
I yawned and pulled out my phone to play dumb video games. How in the flappy bird do you survive singing that much?! Jacob started muttering a string of curse words and when he noticed my phone. He spammed me with emojis.
To Whore:
Shut up will you
From Whore:
I didn't say anything!
To Whore
Oh really?
From Whore:
I texted
To Whore:
Sheesh
I rolled my eyes and sent him my flappy bird (middle finger, no nudes allowed).
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