Chapter 3

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*3 years later (present time)*

I hear my alarm going off and I get up. I am so tired of school.

If your wondering how old I am or what school I go to, then here it is.

I am 17 years old and I go to Alantes High School. I am a "normal" junior in high school.

Or so you or anyone else think.

I'm actually an undercover nerd because my organization doesn't want people to recognize me outside of it.

You could call it a gang, because we basically are, but our boss wants it to be called professional. So it being called organization is his fancy dancy way of saying gang.

Anyways, our boss is named Boss McKinnon. Not a leader cause he doesn't like that position for some odd reason.

I am brought out of my thoughts when the bell from our house rings, signaling time to wake up.

I throw the blanket off of me and get up. I go straight to my closet to get my clothes for today.

I go to my bathroom and turn on the shower

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I go to my bathroom and turn on the shower. I take off my clothes and jump in.

After like ten minutes of my shower, I get out and dry off. I pull on my clothes and blow dry my hair for a good five minutes.

Once my hair is dry, I put my hair in a gray beanie and put on a glasses necklace along with my fake glasses.

My whole outfit consist of a beige sweatshirt and light wash jeans, and black and white converse.

I grab my phone and backpack and walk out of my room.

Once I step foot out of my room, I get tackled to the ground.

Pharrel starts peppering kisses all over my face. I then shove him off and he falls on his back.

I get up and put my hand out for him to grab. He grabs it and I pull him up instantly.

"I didn't know my girlfriend had such a strong grip." He said with amusement.

I smiled and he returned it.

If your wondering why Pharrel called me his girlfriend, it's because we started dating a few months ago.

He confessed after three years that he liked me a lot. I liked him too, so we just became boyfriend and girlfriend.

We have been dating for a few months. I don't keep count, and I didn't think I needed too.

When I let go of his hand, I walk down the stairs. I hope nobody seen that scene.

The boss would have our heads if he seen that.

I go straight to the kitchen and our chef has eggs and pancakes on the table set up for us.

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