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"STOP RUNNING SO FAST CARA"

"stop yelling , I'm right here , and I can't be late , I have to get to class" I stated , turning on my heels and walking backwards so I could see Michael's face.

"since when did you care about actually going to class " , he questioned me. "you never cared before. "

"If I'm late again , I get detention and I refuse to get detention."

"well then just skip the class , if they don't know you're here , you couldn't possibly be late for your class ." , he pointed out , catching up to me .

"and where exactly do you think I would go whilst skipping said class ? " , I raised my eyebrow.

"ummmm , uh , I don't know , I didn't really think that far " , he replied scratching the back of his head .

"hey , you dyed your hair , I like it " I changed the subject, just now noticing his lilac hair.

"you should probably turn around before you run into th---"

I slammed into an open locker , making a really loud banging noise in the empty hallway.

"that locker" michael scrunched his nose.

I groaned , grabbing the back of my head.

"watch where you're going " an all too familiar voice sneered at me .

"I -uh-um.... I'm sorry Luke "

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hellllooooo .

awkward endings for the win .

I don't know how to go from this soooo

um yeah

there you go.

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