YN's P.O.V
I woke up to my screaming mother. "YN!" I lazily turned over to the other side of my bed. I walked over to the rail that was connected to the flight of stairs. "Yes?" "What is this?!" She pounded a piece of paper on the counter.
Dear Mrs. YLN,
I could barely finish reading without my mom's hand snatching it harshly from the counter. "YN!" My head shot up. "What is this?" She repeated. "I don't know you didn't let me finish reading." I answered. My mom sent me a glare before reading the letter aloud. I looked at her eyes as they scanned the words. After she read, she stared at me for a reaction. "Well?!" I stayed quiet.
"YN!" I sucked my teeth as I rolled my eyes. "Something happened between YFN and Charlotte." My mom bit the inside of her cheek. "What is it, with you and that Charlotte girl." I looked up at her. "Mom," "Hm?" "I don't freaking know, the girl just hates me."
"You got in a fight?" She tapped her foot agaisnt the wooden floor. "What-Is that what it says?" I tried to grab the paper from my mom's hand, but she was quick. "Answer."
"No, I didn't. I was trying to break the fight, not get into a fight," "Mom." I finished. "Who was in the fight?" "YFN and Charlotte."
"When did this happen?"
"Yesterday."
"Where?"
"...main hall..?" I answered slowly.
"Why?"
"Mom, stop with the questions!" I snapped.
"Well, you're in suspension for a week, along with YFN, Charlotte, and..Marcel Styles..?" Her eyes questioned me. "What?" I rushed to her side. I quickly scanned the paper for Marcel's name. "Who-" "This boy from school." I answered before she can finish her sentence.
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"Hey YN.." YFN mumbled from behind. "Hey," I closed my locker. "Ready?" "No," YFN shot me a questioning look. "I have to get my work." "Oh." I nodded before going to my classes to collect my work.
I met YFN in the I.S.S room. Only 3 people stood staring at me. YFN. Marcel, and Charlotte. "Welcome bitch." Charlotte scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Hi YN!" Marcel waved. "Hey." I mumbled, walking over to the same table as YFN. "Ms.Ross is coming in to tell us about the 'rules'." YFN told me. I turned my head to her, "When?" As soon was I finished my sentence, the door opened and closed with a loud shut.
"Right about now," Ms.Ross dropped a stack of papers on her desk. "Good Mornin'." She said looking down at the list of our names. "YN? Marcel?" Ms.Ross' eyes were rapidly aimed at me and Marcel. "I don't--" She stopped mid-way.
"I expect YFN here," I looked over at YFN, who rolled her eyes at the side and shurgged as if she were saying 'eh'. Then looked over at Charlotte, she rolled her eyes and looked at Ms.Ross.
Ms.Ross went on and on about suspension until the intercom interrupted her. "Ms.Ross, please report to the Main Office, Ms.Ross, please report to the Main Office."
"Be right back." She sweetly smiled at me-us before leaving in a small rush. "Okay! Bitches and biocthes." Charlotte smiled at Marcel. "You're the biocth,"
"Bicthes," She glared at YFN and I. I sighed and looked down at the peice of paper on my side of the table..?
I hate her, -_-
I looked over at YFN, I chuckled and shook my head. She laughed and crumbled up the peice of paper in her hand. "What are you laughing about YFLN?" Charlotte snapped. "Ignore her." I mumbled to YFN. "Don't tell her an-"
"I wasn't, so shut the hell up." I said, smiling at the end. I could tell Charlotte was annoyed. She bit her bottom lip and walked to her seat without her eyes leaving me. Ms.Ross bursted through the door.
"Guys..I'll be back...just have to do something for Mrs.Thompson." Ms.Ross grabbed her bag and her wristlet that had a keychain attached to it.
"Don't do anything while I'm gone." She warned by pointing her finger at all of us.
"Don't worry." I smiled. She smiled back as she open the door. My smile dropped as soon as her presence was out of my sight.
"How long do we have to be here?" I asked YFN as I twisted my earring stud. "All day." I've never been here, so I don't know. And, I wasn't really listening to Ms.Ross talking about ISS.
"See YFN! This is all your fault..along with your little whore." Charlotte jumped out of her seat.
"YFN..stop. The reason why we're in here is because you wanting to fight her." I started playing with the hem of my skater skirt. I saw YFN's fist unclench underneath the table.
"Oh..no..if she wants to fight me..I'd like a Round 2."
"Charlotte sit the fuck down. Nobody wants to-" "Shush Marcey." Charlotte smiled at Marcel. I raised my right eyebrow at what was happening.
"Charlotte, YFN..come 'mere please." All of our heads turned to Mrs.Thompson. Aka..Vice Principle.
"Okay.." YFN grabbed all of her belongings before leaving with Charlotte. Only Marcel. And I.
"You two, I can trust you right." Mrs.Thompson faced her head at the floor, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose.
"Yeah." She nodded before telling us she'll be back.
"YN.." I looked up. Marcel was leaning on the table. "Yes..?" I traced the floral print on my skirt.
"I'm really..sorry." My eyebrows were knitted together. "What for?" I heard him sigh.
"Don't play dumb, you know wh-"
"No. No I don't know, you caused so many things, I don't even know for what you're sorry for."
"I know I did, b-but..I'm sorry for what I caused to start everything."
Rejecting me when I was trying to be friends with you? Oh..that's all right. -_-
"Hm," Was all that escaped from my mouth.
"YN..I really am." He walked around the table and sat next to the empty seat besides me. I began to play with the crumbled paper YFN left.
"Alright, you're forgiven." I mumbled. "That's not really accepting my-"
"Marcel," I snapped my head up with annoyance. "I'm-"
"Yeah yeah, you're sorry. I get it." I jumped out of my seat and walked to the trash bin and tossed the paper in.
I turned around and was instantly pinned to the white board next to the bin. "I believe your 'forgiveness' is not meaningful or even real." Marcel frowned.
I stared at his lips.
YN
YN
YN
Stop
Stop
Stop
"Fine, you're forgiven." I sighed as I tries to release myself.
"Nuh uh.." I looked up questioning Marcel.
My lips..meet Marcel's lips. :)
"Stop..Stop." I turned my head. "Wh-why?" Marcel released my wrists.
"First, nevermind." I walked to my seat and sat down. We stayed silent.
"I need to know, am I forgiven?"
I looked up to a eye sparkling Marcel.
"Okay, you're forgiven." I smiled.
