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Chapter 7 - Juliet

I wipe my face. I'm not the type of fourteen-year-old who cries from Instagram posts that say "s(he) be(lie)ve(d) him." I'm the type of person who comments "s(he) s(hit) (her)self." on random posts on the explore page. Why are they always about straight people and If I'm that person, why am I being like this?

I walk back to class with my notebook. Stupid Jake. Stupid Player. As I walked into the room and sat down, the bell rang. Somebody tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I flipped my head around, almost slapping the person in the face with my hair.

"Hey, you okay?" Bryanna whispers, "You seemed pretty upset. "

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's good to see that you're...concerned." I whisper back.

"Class, I would like you all to open to page 5 in the red textbooks and take notes as there will be a Pop Quiz on Friday." Madame Simone says, looking like she needs some coffee and concealer.

"Madame Simone, isn't a pop quiz a surprise quiz that you don't tell the students about?" Bryanna blurts out before raising her hand. Madame Simone's face turns red.

"Here's a lunch detention for talking back to a teacher!" Madame Simone barks, slapping a small slip onto Bryanna's desk.
French ends, and Social Studies starts, then that ends too. It's time for Language Arts and I make my way to the classroom when I trip and crash into somebody. My face turns as red as a beet when I see who it is. Kate.
"I am soo sorry!" She says, helping me pick up my books.
"It's ok," I stutter as I pick up my pencil case.
"I don't know...you have a pretty big bruise, you know what, I'll buy you chips at lunch today." Kate says, with an apologetic smile. I'm pretty sure my face turns even redder.
"Uh, you don't have to but thanks." I stutter.
"No prob." She replies. And she's gone, so I head to my next class.

Okayyy that's done, they're my favorite ship...and the next chapter's coming soon!!!!!
- Morgana