Ames P.O.V
"Did you get what I asked for?"
"Yep, her class schedule as promised."
"Thanks"
Grabbing the piece of paper, I unfolded it and scanned the list of classes. Mathew who seemed to be curious was standing behind me, observing the list as well. Since today is Wednesday, she had
PERIOD 1: ENGLISH
PERIOD 2: ART
PERIOD 3: CHEMISTRY
PERIOD 4: MATHEMATICS
PERIOD 5: STUDY
"Hey, I've got her in my English class" suddenly an idea popped into my head.
"I'm gonna need you to do one more thing for me"
Mia's P.O.V
"Watch your step sweet heart. We don't want a repeat of yesterday's events don't we?"
I'm walking into school and along the way; I've been teased by some of the boys standing next to the front stairs. I wouldn't want to waste my time in fighting with those useless jerks so ignoring them was what I did. I'm not even fazed by their teasing; in fact it just motivated me more into destroying Ames.
Yesterday wasn't my day after the cafeteria scene. I was angry the whole day that I didn't even do anything for the rest of the day instead of planning on how I could get Ames back for what he did. I honestly don't care if they mock me. I'm just thinking about the fact that today is my last day then I'm going to be married to the devil himself.
Why me? Why couldn't it be Megan? I never wanted this but yet here I am. I'm the one that's going to marry Ames. I'm the one that's going to be stuck with him and I don't even know how long I'm going to be married to him. God help me, I don't know what I'm going to do. Fuck, I might end up killing the bastard.
I had English first so it's going to be a bore. We're studying Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I've already known this story inside out so it's a pretty useless and old topic for me. What makes it worse is that Megan's in my English class.
I don't know why I have English for first period on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
Once I got in, I took a seat at the far corner of the classroom near the window. As usual, Megan would be the last one to come in, showing some cleavage in her chest area. Her breasts were practically popping out of her white blouse. The boys didn't mind it because they were always staring at her chest like hungry cave men. She also earns some whistles and some flirting from the boys. I rolled my eyes as she walked to the back of the class, swaying her hips from left to right.
I don't know if it's just me but it seems like she's desperate for attention or something? I'm not jealous or anything but I kind of feel sorry for her. I mean don't get me wrong, she is pretty but she's got an attitude and it just seems like she's trying too hard.
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