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Chapter 9 (E)

I ran back into the school just as the bell rang for all students to get to their next class. Teens filled the whole hallway, not leaving a single space to weaver through. I didn't have enough time to slowly travel with the crowd, my next class was across the hall on the other side. I pushed everyone out the way not caring if I pushed them to the floor. I rushed like a wild fire broke out, but thankfully I got to my class with time to spare.

I walked to the back and sat down, taking my notebook and pen out. The teacher came in and greeted the class and started the class. He was talking a lot, and soon his words came out as blah, blah, blah. I then directed my focus and stared up at the clock and zoned out.

"Hey are you paying attention....Hey....Abigail.....Hello!!"

I finally snapped out of it and looked up to come face to face with my old-school fashioned teacher. You could see he looked like a hipster and book addict, with the neutral colors he wears and strong bed hair with round harry potter glasses. He was looking down at me with anger and irritation in his eyes, which was weird he usually didn't care all too much about little things.

"Hello Mr. Hullegen." I said to my teacher "What do you want with my useless life?"

"Don't give me attitude." he said in a stern voice.

"Does it look like I care. Right now, you are sounding a lot like my mom." I said back with a strong glare at his tired and sleepless eyes.

"Can you just pay attention to the board and not the clock." He said pointing to the word filled board with one hand and the other holding a book.

"Why should I?" I asked in confusion "I should just stare and look at stuff that is worth my time."

"Ok Abigail. If you really want to stare at a clock all day then I will see you at detention." He said with a grin, thinking that would make me apologetic. Ha, too bad for him I don't give two fucks right now.

"Thanks, I really needed the peace and quiet." I said back smiling at his now angered face.

He gave me one last look, sneering at me. And turned back and continued the class. I was really annoyed by the lingering looks that still locked my way. I gave them a finger when Mr. Mullegen had his back faced away from us.

The crowd turned away but then I heard a whisper coming from the side of me that said "Cold bride has struck again." I didn't care about the remark and placed my attention back to the ticking clock.

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As I walked to detention at the end of the school day I couldn't stop wondering and going back to when I overheard that conversation. All day it has been going through my mine in how and why Max had that type of connection with Timothy.

I opened the door of the detention room and saw that no one was there yet. I took my seat at the side of the room. One by one more people came in. To be honest, I had expected only a few people to come here but, a lot more came. Maybe about ten people showed up. Many coming from the popular and some in the misfits but, no average people were here. They rarely get into trouble.

I was expecting a nice, quiet, and peaceful hour but no, the populars talked and talked. They wouldn't shut up, gossiping about the latest celebrity couple and the latest sports game. I remembered when I use to be one of them. I wasn't the most informative one, so I just sat there and listened to the latest trends and things that I could get into, so I can fit in more.

Just remembering me being a clear follower, made me want to slap myself to death. Because of me wanting to be popular I followed ever one's commands and didn't think twice about them.