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Yeah no, writing more of my own crap. REQUESTS WILL BE FILLED NO WORRIES MY FRIENDS!
...I was literally halfway done with my other update and yet somehow now I'm here...
*sigh* why am I like this?
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PERSON THAT ADDED MY BOOK TO THEIR BDSM READING LIST 🤦🏼♀️
Ashton: "AGAIN WITH THE LIST OF THINGS THAT YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO!" Your friend bellowed, "DRINK, DO DRUGS, WATCH CLUELESS WITHOUT ME, AND LIKE ASHTON IRWIN!"
You sighed and leaned against the headboard as your friend geared herself up to full-on lecture you. You had been having one of your normal weekend sleepovers when she got a glimpse of your phone screen when it was open to your conversation with Ashton.
"THIS IS A TERRIBLE OFFENSE! ALMOST AS BAD AS WATCHING CLUELESS! HE'S SUCH A JERK Y/N, HE SLACKS OFF IN CLASS AND NEVER DOES ANY WORK. ALL HE DOES IS SIT IN THE OUTDOOR CAFÉ AND SMOKE CIGARETTES- ILLEGALLY I MAY ADD!" She began to let you have it.
"But he's hot," you shrugged, "and funny and super sweet to me and did I mention hot?"
"Yes you did," she still looked rather annoyed. Throwing a pillow in your direction she grumbled, "why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It just happened! And I knew you'd freak out!" You chuckled, running a hand through your hair to fix it.
"Yeah yeah well I'm calm now, so spill," she tucked her feet under herself and got comfortable, ready to soak in every detail.
You blew out some air absentmindedly, "well...
... "Miss Y/L/N?" Your teacher called you up in the middle of silent reading time.
Everyone silently looked up and watched as you tucked your bookmark back in and set your book down. You quietly picked your way through the aisleway littered with backpacks to make to to his desk.
"Yes Mr. Y/T/N?" You asked, shifting uneasily. You really couldn't think of anything that you had done to deserve this.
"You're not in trouble, but I need you to deliver this to Ms. Hayley," he pulled an envelope out of his desk.
