Miles Hollingsworth, a grade 12 bisexual, billionaire, "bad boy " more than the boyfriend of the girl in the accident.
Olivia Pomegray, a grade 11 hopeless romantic, rich, "good girl", now with even more trauma than before.
The third series of Degr...
The week continued as it started. Miles came over after school, he stayed over a couple nights but not always, but he did come for breakfast every morning. He'd stay until 11 and then make his way off to school whilst I went to my therapy.
I asked if he was missing anything important and he usually answered "Nothing more important then you," which made me give his a disapproving eyebrow raise.
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"I'm joking! I have free's now as a senior." he would add with a smile and it would put my mind at ease.
At least on that portion of my worries anyway, I still thought about Zig. I didn't tell him about him coming to see me but I did ask Miles if he'd been to many lessons. Miles had rolled his eyes and said he was hanging around with Esme all the time, brain washed. I felt uneasy. I wanted to be back at school to help. I missed my friends.
On Friday morning, I had voiced this concern, we were together in my room. My dad was out for the day with Emily.
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"You don't need to be lonely you have me. I'll be here whenever you need me, alright? ." He comforted, stroking my leg.
"I know, but it's not like being at school, I just get bored here all day. I do my work sent from school, I see my therapist and then that is it." I frown. My life was going back to the days of the hospital where every day was the same, in the same room seeing the same handful of people. The only difference was today my therapist wasn't coming, she had Fridays and the weekend off.
I felt like Miles could sense what I meant as he listened to me talk, he was silent for a minute before sorting through the trail of clothes thrown the floor for his shoes. He started doing his laces. "Are you going home?" I asked sadly. It was around the time he usually would go.
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