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Chapter Twenty Four: It Wasn't Just A Project

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Chapter Twenty Four: It Wasn't Just A Project

Mondays are always weird. But they're even weirder when you've supposedly been expelled just a few weeks before and suddenly you're walking the halls again where everyone's whispering and staring at you, probably wondering whose dick you had to suck to get back in.

It's not the first time I've been stared at or whispered about. When I first dyed my hair blue back in freshman year, I'd been the talk of the school for two weeks before everyone moved on to something more interesting. Since then I haven't really had any of the spotlight. Until now that is.

"She's alive! She's alive!" Sam said in a thick English accent when I approached. He laughed when he was given the finger. "Look at you. Rising from the ashes like a phoenix. We just can't seem to get rid of you here."

"You can't get rid of me that easy. Did she come in yet?" I scanned the hall for any signs of Nora but saw none.

"If you mean Nora then no. I haven't seen her yet this morning but I doubt she knows you're coming back. The only ones who know were you, me and your family."

"And now 200 other students know too." Whenever I made eye contact with someone, they'd quickly look away as if my eyes could set them on fire.

"Don't worry about it. They'll be over it by lunchtime-also before I forget, did you come up with a plan B for the English project?"

I did. Spent my entire weekend working on it without even taking a single break (except to use the bathroom and eat but that's beside the point). It turned out exactly how I hoped it would. Now I just had to figure out a way to let Nora know that I accidentally destroyed our model without pissing her off even more than she already was.

"You're quiet so you must've came up with a plan," Sam said with a grin. "What does your diabolical plan consist of?"

The first bell rang before I could answer. "If you don't hear from me after class, Nora probably Avada Kedavra'd my ass."

He looked confused by my words. "She did what? What does that even mean?"

I just pat his back reassuringly. "It was nice knowing you, Samwise."

You'd swear to god it was like someone died when I stepped into English class. It suddenly went silent; you couldn't hear a damn thing apart from the ticking clock on the wall. Even Yelchin went quiet for a moment before clearing his throat to divert the attention back to him.

"Welcome back, Laney. Take your seat next to Nora. As for everyone else, please ready your book reports as they're being presented today. We'll try to get through as many as we can today."

Nora ignored me, which was expected. It was only when my bag dropped to the floor did she notice that I didn't have our model with me. Her head turned ever so slightly in my direction and she spoke in a low whisper.

"Where's the model?"

Okay. Moment of truth. I'll tell her what happened and quickly back it up with the plan B so the blow wouldn't be as bad and everything would be fine.

"Where's the model, Laney?" Nora sounded anxious now, her eyes on the verge of full on panic.

I took a deep breath. "Here's the thing....I broke it."

Her jaw dropped to the floor. Her hands, which were clenched on either side of her, flew up to her mouth in shock.

"Laney! How could you?!" Her voice was muffled behind her hands.