Chapter fourteen- school

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Ana's POV.

What to wear? Scanning the wardrobe, deciding to wear a pair of skinny black jeans and a blue top stealing one of Hunter's hoodies. Its his grey one that he generally wears when we are going shopping. Anyway grabbing my red converse and my rucksack. Hunter walks in with just his jeans on.

"Hey babe do you know wear my grey...." He looks at me,"You little thief I'll just wear my black top and leather jacket."

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Walking through the corridors. Nothing's changed. Well besides I'm doing the junior year with Hunter, apparently I'm still really smart. He grabs my hand.

"We can do this." He smiles.

Walking through, oh look someone has my locker. Hunter walks up with me to the information desk to grab my schedule,"Looks like we're in each others lessons well besides gym."

"Yeah." Walking with him to English.

"Oh you must be the new student Ana." She smiles as I sit down.

I nod as Hunter sits next to me, he looks down at my left hand. Looking at the ring,"I'm glad you're wearing it."

"Why wouldn't I baby?" I answer shocked.

"I don't know your only just fifteen and engaged already." He says frowning.

"Babe I'm not ashamed people can judge but I love you that's all that matters." Leaning over our lips only just touch.

He smirks. As English begins we're reading to kill a mockingbird by harper Lee. I've read it once or twice. Today we're doing a test on it, miss told me I could have the book for quotes but I told her it wouldn't be necessary.

Hey babe I don't know any quotes. Hunter tells me through the mind link, well deal. He scowls but carries on baby you can do this. Motivating him he instantly smiles before we know it.

"Five more minutes." Miss looks down at her watch.

Finishing up. Reading back through oh crap some of it I've written in Italian. Quickly going back and changing it.

"Pens down. Do not talk or else I'll rip it up." Silently praying that I managed to edit most of the Italian.

Merda. Scopa. What the scopa! Hitting my head on the desk.

Is everything okay?

I turn and shake my head.

Might have failed the first bit I wrote in Italian, I changed it but urggg!

Honestly my life may be over, at least in maths and science there's less chance of writing things in Italian or Spanish.

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