Chapter three

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I hate mornings. I never want to get up. it makes me so mad because I have to go to school and that's the last place I want to be at right now. I pack my bags try to make myself look semi good but Ì've given that up a long time ago. I mean why should I dress up it is only school and I dont need to look hot for anybody there soooo just gonna go with no make up, messy bun and black jeans and shirt. The drive to school is about 20 minutes but it gives me time to prepare myself for all of those idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis. First period is literature with Miss Bridge again. I'm just happy there's at least gonna be a little change today.  I walk into the classroom and sit in my normal seat put my headphones in and lay my head on the table. act like you love me from Shawn Mendes starts playing and I start to relax. About ten minutes later my  teacher walks in which is kind of weird because I thought her niece was joining us today. One of my classmates obviously thought the same thing because he raised his hand and asked where my teachers niece was. She answered him saying she's running a little bit late because my teacher gave her the task to copy some sheets. Not too long after that there was a knock on the door and a girl about 22 walked in. I couldn't quite see her face yet but when Miss Bridge grabbed her arm to pull her to the front and introduce her my breath got stuck in my throat. Standing in front of my class next to my teacher was Alexandra Summer. Her eyes met mine and she didn't look too surprised to see ME. This cant be happing. What the fuck is she doing here, at my school, far faaaar away from my old school.

"Guys this is my niece Alexandra Summer. Introduce yourself Alex."

"Ehm Hi guys I'm Alex and I guess I'll be teaching you today."

 Her eyes never left mine and the almost looked like she was trying to tell me something but the second I got a hold of my thoughts again I grabbed my stuff got up and started walking out of the classroom. I muttered "fucking bitch" under my breath and tried to get out of there as fast as possible but obviously Miss Bridge wasn't having it

 " Sara where do you think you're going?"

 " Out. "

" I can see that, is there  a reason why?"

"Ask your fucking niece"

 "Sara watch your tone and is there a problem with my niece? Do you know each other"

 "I'm not doing this right now. I'm out of here."

As fast as possible I ran out of the classroom and into the nearest janitors closet. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. This couldn't be happening this was an absolute fucking nightmare. Of all the people on the earth THIS had to be her niece? Are you fucking kidding me universe?  

there was a knock on the door and I just stayed still hoping whoever it was, would get the message and leave me alone. "Sara. Please open up." Of fucking course. Alex was standing on the other side of the door and I mean that's the only way this could have gotten worse.

"Sara pleaseee. We need to talk. Please just open the door."

I laughed. Loud. Like really loud. "What would we have to talk about huh? I told you once and I meant it. You. Are. Dead. To. Me. So get the fuck back to whatever rabbit hole you crawled out of and piss of because I'm never gonna talk to you again. Am I clear?"

"Sara... I'm sorry... can we please talk about this because I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon."

"Fuck off!" I screamed through gritted teeth because I was so done. This couldn't be happening.

With a lot of force she pushed open the door and me to the other side of the very tiny closet. There she was. The love of my life. Three years after breaking my heart. Looking as beautiful as ever. Her eyes were still the same ocean blue like I remembered them to be. Her lips were still full, pink and perfectly round. She was absolutely perfect.. I soon caught myself and glared at her.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 05, 2019 ⏰

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