•Chapter One•

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Quick A/N for you guys! Like I said before, Izzy and Chelsie have never been mean to us irl! Also none of this in the story is real. Thanks for understanding!

Angela's pov...

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Stupid alarm clock! Ugh...

I smash my alarm clock off and stretch. I reach for my phone at the bedside table. I grab it and pull the covers over my head and get on Snapchat.

Like always, I send my "Gm streaks" snap and then check Facebook.

"Angela we do this every morning get your butt up NOW!" My mom yells from the living room.

Our house is how storied so I could barely hear her even though she's yelling.

"Your boyfriend is here already!" She yells once more.

I suddenly hop up out of bed.

I run to my closet and pick out an outfit.

I look ugly in this but it's what mom said to wear

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I look ugly in this but it's what mom said to wear...

I run to the bathroom, brush my teeth and hair, I scrunch my hair and put full face makeup on.

Gotta look pretty for Blake.

Quick A/N! Blake IS ALSO a real person! He is Angela's ex and is a stupid butt head idk if your reading this Blake. Angela I'm really sorry for adding Blake but he's the only ex I could think of. Sorry hunny I really am.

I run downstairs and give him a big hug.

He hugs back while he says, "Good morning Angela."

"Morning." Is all I reply with and break the hug.

"Okay you two love birds get going. You've already missed to many days of high school that they are gonna kick you out." My mom tells us and pushes us out the door.

Blake opens the passenger side door for me and I get in. He then walks to the drivers side and hops in, starts the car, and drives off.

"So...how's your grades so far?" I ask him.

"Um...fine?" He says more as a question then a statement.

"Your failing aren't you?" I ask with the most serious face I've ever talked to him in.

He nods but keeps his eyes on the road.

I place my hand on his shoulder.

He looks at me for a second, but back at the road.

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