✨CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT✨

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___Marigold Abbot sat in a circle surrounded by her fellow classmates

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Marigold Abbot sat in a circle surrounded by her fellow classmates. Josie Pye roped everyone into a game of spin the bottle and she was slowly regretting coming to school. Although that was everyday.

"Whomever the bottle points to you are permitted to kiss," Josie explained, "It needs to be boy, girl, boy, girl."

"Where does that leave Cole?" Billy asked, causing the kids to laugh.

"Up your ass," Marigold muttered.

"Jane, go sit next to your dumb brother. Tillie, you're over there.  Anne, switch places with Charlie. And Marigold sit nexts to Felix," Josie sat next to Cole, "Billy doesn't know anything about anything. I'm glad you're here."

"Didn't have much of a choice."

"Who would like to spin first? Diana!" The brunette was hesitant as she reached for the bottle into the middle, but gave it a quick spin. And it landed on...

"Moody."

"Me?"

"Now you have to kiss. On the mouth," Josie told them, causing the students to gasps at the revelation.

"Good afternoon, Moody," Diana awkwardly greeted.

"Good afternoon, Diana. I'm going to kiss you now." Quickly, the two shared a peck on the lips, the class cheered and laughed at the two.

"Marigold, you're next."

"I-I... maybe someone else so go."

"Oh come on, Mary. I would think that someone with your experience shouldn't be afraid of a kiss." The class giggled at Josie's comment. The blonde was scared as she slowly reached for the bottle, trying to ignore Billy's hopeful and creepy eyes. She spun the bottle and her heart pounded each time and went around the circle. Slowly, it started to stop and it was getting closer to the boy that Marigold dreaded the most. The point of the bottle was just about to stop in front of the hated boy when a foot shot out to kick the bottle out of the way. That foot belonged to Felix Barlow.

"What the hell, man?" Billy exclaimed.

"Sorry, muscle spasm," Felix smirked.

"It was going to land on me!"

"Well, I'll guess we'll never know, will we?" Marigold mouthed a thank you towards the boy who winked in response.

"Whatever," Josie huffed before moving on, "Your turn, Anne."

"I'm out," Billy said getting up from the circle followed by his goons with their own hurtful comments.

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