-Chapter 9: A Troublemakers Troubles-

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-Kris-

"Don't...call me that," I said with malice in my voice.

"What? Don't like your nickname?" Jessie joked.

"No," I snapped. "I don't. Please stop."

"Jess, now's not the time," I stepped in.

"What?" Jessie asked, confused. "I was just having some fun."

"Well, I don't think Red is the one to have fun with," I suggested.

"That's what she said," Jessie giggled.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Zeke facepalmed. I saw a small smile crack for a moment.

I looked at my watch.

"Oh, fuck, we gotta go!" I shouted before grabbing onto Zeke's arm and pulling him along.

Reluctantly, he let me, and Jess followed behind, poking jokes at him all the way.

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"Lighten up, hotshot," Jess snickered.

Zeke said nothing and walked into the school building. I was starting to worry about him. His mood hadn't changed since he moved here.

"What's the matter, Krissy?" Jess asked. "You have worry all over your face."

"I-I think you should lay off the jokes for a bit," I said. I felt my heart speed up a bit. "At least with Zeke."

"Why?" She raised her eyebrow. "Don't tell me they actually get to him."

I looked away from her.

"Just watch what you say," I said before turning to follow Zeke's path.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Kris, wait," Jessie said.

I turned to face her.

"I'm sorry if I hurt him," she said sincerely. "I know he's had a tough couple of months ever since his friend died, along with you. I'll try to tone it down."

I smiled and gave her a big hug. "Thanks, Jessie."

Just then, the bell rang, and into the school, we went.

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-Cassie-

-A113-

I read the room number on the wall. This is where I needed to be. God, I hope nobody talks to me.

"Why, good morning!" the way too enthusiastic teacher said to me the moment my footsteps through the door. "Ms. Cassandra Rose Fletcher, I presume?"

I shuddered at the sound of my full name. I hate it. The sound of it makes me gag. It reminds me of things I'm not so proud of. Slowly, I turned to her and nodded before walking to the back of the room and sitting at the desk closest to the door. I put my head down and silently waited for the day to start.

After a few minutes of nothing but quiet, I heard the classroom door open and close. I looked up to see that Zeke boy from earlier.

"Good morning, Mr. Ezekiel Slater," the teacher beamed.

Oh shit. Of all classes, why did he have to be in mine?

I heard him scoff and walk my way. He seemed not to notice me until he was standing in front of the desk I was at. He looked down, rolled his eyes, and sat at the desk next to me, pulling out a notebook that seemed too pink for something a guy would own.

"For one, don't ever call me Ezekiel," he said, turning a page. I guess he caught me staring. "And second, is there something you need?"

He sounded annoyed, so I shook my head and looked away.

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