Chapter 2

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(Y/N)'s POV

The bell rings.

We file out, someone pushes me and I fall to the ground, dropping all my books.

A girl turns around and gives me an evil smirk.

I start picking up my things, four more hands also help.

"Thanks guys." I mutter.

"No problem." Ethan says.

"That was Destiny." Grayson rolls his eyes.

"Come on, let's just go to the next class."

I glance at my schedule. Science with Ms. Johnson.

"Is Ms. Johnson nice?" I ask.

"Pft," Grayson looks away, annoyed.

"Mostly, but she hates Grayson." Ethan laughs, slapping him on the back.

We enter the room.

"Ethan! And you're (Y/N), right?" Ms. Johnson greets, completely ignoring Grayson.

"You forgot me." Grayson scowls.

"Oh yeah. Sit down." She rolls her eyes.

She turns back to me.

"I'll be seating you next to Ethan in the front. Consider yourself lucky." She glares at Grayson in the way back.

"Uh... ok." I awkwardly scoot to  my seat. I sit in the chair to the right of Ethan. He's next to the window.

"Ok, class! Take out your textbooks!" Ms. Johnson instructs.

She has the students volunteer to read.

We read for about 5 minutes and then...

"AHH! A FUCKING SPIDER! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Ethan jumps out of his seat, cursing like a sailor.

I look up. Ms. Johnson looks shook.

'Well, she's not helping at all.' I roll my eyes, standing up. I take a piece of paper, scoop it up, and lead it back out the window.

"What are you doing?! Fucking kill it!" Ethan's on the counter.

"Calm the fuck down E!"

"(Y/N)! How dare you use that language in my classroom! You will be going to detention today!" Ms. Johnson exclaims, writing on a piece of paper.

"What the f-"

"Here's your detention slip! And I will notifying the principal on your behavior!"

Ethan sits back in his seat as I snatch the paper from Ms. Johnson.

"Ethan, are you okay?"

I facepalm. I can hear Grayson snicker.

"What are you laughing at Grayson?! Ethan could've gotten hurt! I guess you'll be going to detention with (Y/N)!" Ms. Johnson scribbles on another piece of paper and hands it to Grayson.

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