Brimledge Boarding School is a place where creative thinking and natural-born geniuses are the norm. It's also home to students known as "Psychs," who possess unmistakable learning abilities. Dallas Green finds herself amongst the eight other psych...
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Psych students were few in Dallas Green's leadership class taught by Principal Locklear; that was a mandatory class for all second-year students and those rules applied to students in other years as well. Each student who had entered through the grand doors wore the colors of blue and yellow which soon overpowered red.
Despite the overpowering of blues and yellows, the three colours clashed and mingled with each other. Each student expressed smilar expressions and collided their voices. This created a lively and colorful atmosphere in the once empty lecture room Dallas, being the first student to arrive, had entered earlier before.
"Dal, you traitor! You said you'd wait for me."
Her friend, who she had met on their first year at Brimledge, Norine Volkov, swung her blue backpack off her shoulder, dropping it on the floor before sitting next to Dallas. Norine let out a loud sigh before running her hand through her jet black hair that reached down to her lower back. Her uniform crest was blue; she was a Creative student.
"I waited for over an hour." Dallas responded.
"Well, I was there thirty minutes afterwards." Dallas shook her head.
Norine waved her hand in front of Dallas before she could speak. "Moving on,"
"Guess who messaged me last night?"
Daniel. "Daniel freaking Sanders."
"What did he say?"
Just as Dallas thought. "He said he missed me and how I was the best thing that happened to him,"
"So, when he mentioned he wanted me back, I told him I'd think about it." Norine smirked to herself.
"Nobody gets to call me a crazy bitch and think sweet words can save their ass." She added.
"Well he isn't wrong about you being crazy."
Norine and Dallas both turned their gaze in sync towards the low voice in front them who had inserted themselves into their conversation.
Trevor Kings had slipped into the seat in the row front of them with a playful tone on his tongue.
"I can show you crazy if that's whats you're requesting" Norine hissed. Yet Trevor remained playful with a smirk formed on his lip.
