Chapter 8

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Have you ever woken up after a weekend and wished you’d check your phone and find a tweet saying the school was on fire? Or maybe a picture, yeah a picture is much better. Of course, I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Sunday it happened and Monday you found out about it! No one’s hurt and thousands of students are happy! I was dreaming in the shower again, and knew I needed to focus on reality. It was Monday morning, my phone has no notifications, and I had to go to the ratchet school whether I wanted to or not. I cried internally as I got out of the shower. I unfastened my hair that was in a braided bun and dry, I had washed and dried it the night before so no need to wash it again. I put on my under wear and realized I had picked out a fully black outfit; black skinny jeans, and a black t-shirt that had the word Beatles shaped and colored to look like the British flag from the distance. I did the usual make up and my hair was done to the side, it was left with nice waves from the braid. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Wow, it looks really nice like this. Putting myself in a better mood I headed out of the bathroom picking up my bag and heading downstairs singing toast repetitively. Opening the cabinet I spotted the bag of toast and pulling it I realized it was light, too light! I looked at the empty bag in my hand.

            “Toast…?” I whimpered looking at the bag like a dead kitten. I couldn’t possibly have eaten all of it; I bought a bag on Friday! I should have at least 5 pieces left! I opened the fridge. Great, I’m out of milk too, my bacon was missing and I only had two eggs that were just laying there, where the hell did their case thing go? I sighed and headed out of the house locking the door behind me. I had some serious shopping to do. But for now, I shall starve. My stomach made noises as I sat in my car heading to school. I found Emily in the parking lot walking and honked for her grabbing more attention then I had intended.

            “CAMMY!” She screamed grabbing even more attention and making me laugh, Alex’s car wasn’t in my spot so I parked my car and ran jumping on Emily and hugging her. I haven’t seen her since that night at Ian’s party, and the last I heard from her was Sunday night when she called me asking me what had happened. Of course that was a long conversation all on its own without me adding the whole, Alex spent the night at my house, and I woke up to find Chris in my living room. I looked around and everything was normal no one was staring, no one was talking, no one remembered the night at the party. I let out a breath I was holding. It was such a relief.

            “So did you lose anything at the party?” Emily asked me winking and I looked away blushing remembering how I almost kissed Liam if it wasn’t for her, and I blushed even harder when I remember the whole thing with Chris. Was that even a kiss? I shook my head and looked at Emily who had a huge grin on her face.

            “Oh my god, what are you hiding?” She pulled me toward the back of homeroom and sat me down in the corner so I won’t escape. Shit, there was no escaping her when she wanted to know something; I had avoided telling her the whole me turning into the Hulk at Ian’s party because we were on the phone, but this, here, I was cornered and had no way out.

            “I- Ah.. I almost kissed Liam at the party, and kinda sorta kissed Chris but I don’t know if that counts as a kiss he bit my bottom lip?” She screamed like a girl on fire making me jump. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her.

            “You what!” She whispered screamed because she noticed people looking at us making me hide my face with my hands. I was blushing without her making a big deal out of it.

            “He’s just a tease okay.” I remembered him walking out when I told him to leave and felt my excitement drop. He was just toying with me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out checking who it was. Speak of the devil. It was a text from Chris.

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