Chapter 8

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WARNING: This chapter contains violent things so if you don't want to read about violet things then go on to the next chapter and I'll leave a recap after this on the next page about what happened in this chapter. For those of you that are still here, hi *waves hand like a lunatic*

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AP Calc. Again. I swear, it's like I'm never going to escape from this modern way of torture, I don't even know why I picked it. Mr Johnston is Satan reincarnated, making us sit through all this nonsense.

I felt a ball of crumpled paper hit my head. "What?" I turned to Alex.

"Nothing."

"Why did you throw a paper ball at my head?" I was getting annoyed at this point. No matter how hot this guy may be, he's still a douche. And I would never choose motherfucking douche over hot.

"I didn't do it," I swear, he knew he was getting on my nerves.

"Who else did it? The man on your head?"

"I was gonna say Cole but now that you said that, DUH!"

I ignored him for the rest of the lesson and I knew he knew that I was ignoring him. Finally, the bell rang and the best subject of the day (lunch! I know, that's lame) arrived. I bought my food and sat down and realised that I needed to go to the toilet. "I'll be right back."

Washing my hands, the school's Queen Bee strutted into the bathroom with her two minions behind her on either side, "What are you doing here?" Cheryl asked, flipping her long, red hair in my face.

"Using a public bathroom," I replied, using the same tone as her.

"Well, you can't come here."

"I see. You think that this is your bathroom and since you think that why don't you try and get some cleaners who clean this bathroom properly. You say that you can do everything and you say that you can't afford to waste your time asking 'daddy' for cleaners to do their job properly, so why don't you do it for them?"

She. Was. Mad.

Hella mad.

"Oh my God!" this was entertaining, "You're such a bitch!" She grabbed my hand and a hairdryer at the same time before I knew what was happening. She switched it on and shoved my hand into it, keeping it there for who knows how long. When I got my myself back together, I kicked her lightly enough just to move and remove myself from the hairdryer. Now that's a burn that's not going to go for a while.

This isn't entertaining anymore.

I left the bathroom hiding my hand behind my shirt.

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Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy. This was a tad bit intense but I hope you liked this chapter and make sure to COTE!

-Nutella


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