chapter two; maybelle's pov:
i sat in the classroom in silence watching as the teacher walked in. "now, you two, please explain to me what was happening in class this morning?" he spat. this teacher was such an asshole sometimes. id always get in trouble for everything because of mcclaren and his pathetic and immature ways.
"look, i was just sitting in my seat and copying the notes you had on the board but this dickhead kept kicking my chair and i tried to tell him to stop but as the idiot he is, he wouldn't. it wasn't me, i swear to god sir!" i exclaim, feeling more angrier by the minute.
i swear to god, if i get in trouble for this stupid little predicament, im going to flip my shit.
"aye no. she's all wrong sir." mcclaren states. "okay, care to explain your side of the story, then mr mcclaren." he nods in his direction, as a gesture to proceed. "well, she was being annoying and shit and she wouldn't be quiet. i kicked her chair to stop her from talking but she wouldn't listen." he smirked.
my face lit up. ive never been this angry in my life. this boy really did get on my nerves and i couldn't do anything about it ー id be too scared.
"well, i don't know who to believe as to such different points of view, but miss turner, yours is a more reasonable story, so therefore you may be dismissed, however i am watching you two. mcclaren, you have another ten minutes in here, thank you." and with that, i walked out.
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as i walked through the halls with the boys, i couldn't help but notice everyone staring at us. "psst, mcvey, why do they keep starting at us?" connor whispered to james. "i don't know." he shrugs. i had a reasonable idea of why this could be. mcclaren has definitely said something, and i need to know.
"ah look everyone it's the losers, and the biggest loser of all ー maybelle turner." he says, as an arm slings around me. i give him a disgusted look and he smirks. "you made me get a detention, turner. time to get you one too, and your little friends." my face again, grew red. what is his problem?
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i sit quietly in my seat, last period watching and listening to all the whispering filling the classroom. stares and death glares were aimed towards my group and we sat awkwardly at the back. "oh god, hush children. stop this nonsense." our teacher spat. bitch.
for the entire period we sat awkwardly as people continued to stare at us. what's their problem? i swear to fucking god!
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"what was all that at school today?" brad asks, curiously sipping his coke. "i don't know man, but i sure wanna know." tristan says as he walks into the kitchen of brads house. "there's something they're not telling us and i know ryder is the one behind it. he's been on our backs for the entire year!" i exclaim, pacing back and forth.
"what could it be?" james says, giving me a confused look. "i don't know, but whatever it is, we need to know and destroy it." i say, with an evil look. i knew that something was fishy between the school. it's been like this all year, but only now ive noticed. i gotta know.
"OKAY I HAVE AN IDEA!" connor claps. "what is it ball?" tristan rolls his eyes. "we sneak into mcclarens house!" he says, excitedly. "and what's that gonna do? we'd get caught for sure!" james says, rolling his eyes. "and we're not capable of doing that. we're losers, remember?" brad says, putting his head down. ugh, i knew that'd do that. "that's actually a good idea con. you know what, let's do it!" i say, nodding at connor.
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"im sorry the old connor can't come to the phone right now." connor sings as we sneak around the house.
"...cause he's dead. OHHH." tristan continues.
"as much as i fancy taylor swift, can you please knock it off?! you dickheads are gonna get us caught!" james whisper-shouts. "gee calm your tit mcvey." tristan says as he puts his arms up in surrender.
"what are we even looking for?" brad asks, curiously as we sneak up the stairs. "clues." i state. "what clues?" he asks. are they really this stupid? "clues to which could lead us to the secret." i say, rolling my eyes.
as we approach the door of ryders bedroom, we hear him speaking to someone on the phone, i assume. "look what you made me do, look what you made me do." connor and tristan sing as the giggle like little five year olds. "oh shh you idiots, and listen." i say elbowing them. they stop and press their ear close to the door.
"ah yes that's great! so it's all settled then! you're a legend mate. those losers are gonna be destroyed. catcha" i hear him say and place the phone down. he's onto something. i need to know.
AUTHORS NOTE
heyy dudes, here's chapter two ayeeeee.
ah this book is so fun it write aanksininin I LOVE IT
anyways, what do you think ryder is planning? comment your thoughts :))
anywhoreeee goodbye dudes; i tired.
