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Transferring to an all boys school wasn't the best idea. Disguising as another guy wasn't such a good idea too. After all, it did give you the opportunity to meet a group of guys.
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UNEDITED //if I made a mistake please tell me//
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I flopped onto my bed after eating breakfast.
It's currently a Saturday and even though the whole stalker thing occurred yesterday, it's still buried into my head. I was in denial, but I was also pretty certain it was him anyway.
My phone vibrated next to me.
I grumbled and grabbed my phone in annoyance.
This is supposed to be my off day! Nobody was going to disturb me too.
I rubbed my eyes and brought the screen closer to my face, but my eyes were still blurry. I squinted my eyes and saw the contact name 'Noah' calling me. I raised my eyebrow and sat up, pressing the green button to answer the call.
"How did you get my number?" I immediately asked.
"I stole your phone when you were there at my house and I added your number and put me as your contact," Noah replied quickly.
I sighed, remembering the one time I used the bathroom at his house during the introduction project. This guy doesn't care, huh?
"Just come here quick. It's an emergency," He said before hanging up.
An emergency?
I stood up almost instantly and started making myself look presentable. There was no reason to disguise myself anyway, so I should just slap on a hoodie and leave.
I looked around my room and found a hoodie presentable enough- and by presentable enough I mean less stains than the rest. I slid my phone into the hoodie pocket and walked out of my room.
"Hey, Sweetie, are you going out now?" My mom asked.
She almost looked exactly like me, but the only difference was that I wasn't stressed every single day. Her hair was in a messy bun with a few gray strands in her hair, eye bags, and looked like she was about to collapse any moment. She was currently washing the dishes, so I softly pushed her away and finished doing the rest of it.
