Y/N's POV I got dressed and decided to be myself. I'm done playing as their little pet. I'm going to be me.
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I smiled at myself in the mirror and grabbed my bag. Camila walked in and smiled at me. "That's my girl." She said as she hugged me.
"Now get to school before you're late!" She chuckled and I rushed outside to the car.
I drove to school and once I got inside, all eyes were on me. Literally.
I walked into Miss Jauregui's classroom and sat down in the front. She smiled when she saw me, but when Ty and Brad entered, they glared at me.
Ally smiled and rushed to my side, sitting beside me. "Yes! The real Y/N is back!" She smiled and hugged me.
"Alright class. Today we are going to be writing songs. I want you to pour your heart out into this and let all those pinned up feelings out. No one is reading them, but me." Miss Jauregui said and I smiled excitedly, taking out my song book and my pencil.
A paper ball was thrown at my head and I turned to see Brad glaring at me. He mouthed "the field, after class." I shook my head and he clenched his jaw.
"Mister Simpson, is there something bothering you?" Miss Jauregui looked at the interaction between Brad and I.
"Actually, Yes! The fact that you women are so fucking ignorant is amazing!" He stormed out and I stood up, about to go after him when Ally grabbed my wrist.
"Don't Y/N." I sighed and sat back down.
I continued writing and I could feel Ty burning holes in the back of my head. I soon felt an eraser get thrown at me. "Tyrone. No throwing in my classroom." Miss Jauregui said without looking at Ty.
He groaned in frustration and stormed out.
I nibbled on my bottom lip and tried to focus on my writing.
Soon enough the bell rang and Miss Jauregui picked up our papers.
"I have to go. I have to go to a wedding." Ally spoke and ran off.
I bit my lip, nervous as to what the boys would do if I went out there alone.
"M-Miss Jauregui....?" She looked up from the stack of papers. "I-I'm sorry for everything I've done, and I just wanted you to know that who you met at the beginning of the year isn't me."
She smiled. "I know Y/N. And yes, you can stay until Camila gets here."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and relaxed into the desk.
"I'm so glad you're finally sticking up for yourself Y/N.." she spoke as she graded the papers.
"Thank you." I smiled. She froze when she got to a specific paper.
