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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.
Aᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ɪɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛ...
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UNEDITED //if I made a mistake please tell me//
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"Don't worry they are just temporary," The butler said trying to comfort me.
The maids instantly growled at him, brushing my hair even harder to the point where I can feel my hair ripping out of my scalp. The butler slapped their hands in order to stop them which worked for a little while. Though, one of the maids slammed the brush onto my head and proceeded to brush it roughly.
"Stop that! Noah would get so mad!" The butler practically yelled.
The maids scoffed in response and started doing my hair gently. They put it (up/down) in a (any hairstyle) which actually looked pretty nice. Although, the service isn't really good.
"You know, when Noah falls in love with me, I won't be temporary," one of the maids giggled.
This started a huge fight in the room with the butler trying to stop it.
"No!"
"You're a hoe! He would never."
"Shut your ugly ass up!"
"Tell that to your boob job!"
"Wait, shouldn't we be mad at the girl he is bringing?"
Everyone froze and turned to me. I squinted my eyes, smiling so my ass wouldn't get kicked by six girls with heavy brushes and a hot curling iron.
"I am getting Mr. Noah!" The butler announced, running and slamming the door after him.
All the girls started freaking out and crying, trying to make themselves look like victims easily. One even burnt herself with the curling iron and one ripped her clothes.
You can hear heavy footsteps just approach the door. The door knob slowly turned making everyone freeze in their place. Then, once the door opened, Noah was standing there with pure rage in his eyes, but his facial expression showed nothing.
The maids started bawling and pointing at me. Noah observed the scene in front of him and then looked at me in response. I just shrugged at him, knowing he would probably understand what's going on.
