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Chapter 21

Ugh I don't miss alarms. Fucking annoying as hell.

I turn off my alarm and get up. Today is May 2nd and my first day at Beverly Hills High School as a junior. I shuffle into my bathroom and turn on my shower.

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I did my morning routine plus a shower. I get dressed into black cargo pants with a black oversized hoodie that I stole from Billie. I also have a red shirt under. I put on my Adidas Stan Smith's. I spray my cologne all over and walk over to my phone to check the time.

7:24 AM.

I grab my airpods, phone, and keys and put it into my pockets. I grab my bag with all my things and close it. I head downstairs toward the kitchen.

"Yo," Spencer greets.

"Hey," I say.

"There's no practice today because coach is taking a personal day to help Mrs. Baker with her campaign," Spencer says, eating his food.

I nod and start to make my breakfast.

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I put my dishes into the sink and head to the door. I go into my car and start it. I text Lauren, asking if I can play 'Hotel Room' out loud. She said that it doesn't matter.

I connect my phone and open the file for Hotel Room. Since it's not released, it's still a file.

The song started to play and I drove out of the driveway.

This song slaps though. Holy shit, I know what one of the songs could use.

I stopped at a red light and called Lauren through my car.

"Hello?" Lauren says in a raspy voice.

"Lauren, meet me at the studio at like 1. I have an idea," I say.

"Baby, hang up, I'm trying to sleep," I hear a voice say on the other side.

"Ok, I'll see you then," Lauren says to me.

She hangs up and the song continues.

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I pull up to the school with my song 'Narcotics' blasting. This was only the demo, it isn't complete.

People turn their heads to look at me.

I turn off my car and grab my bag from the passenger seat. I step out of my car and lock it.

Everyone is still staring at me until some douche bag yelled, "Dykeeeee." Everyone started laughing until I spoke up.

"Who the fuck said that?" I stopped my bag on the floor. "I said, who. The fuck. Said that?"

I see a group of guys all huddled into a corner, trying to hide their laughing. I pick up my bag and head over to them. I get up to them and drop my bag.

"Which one?"I say, clenching my fist. Everyone was recording at this point. All these guys immediately point to this one guy.

I laugh and turn around, and walk away. Immediately, I turn back around and punch him square in the face. He tries to fight back but I block all his hits.

I throw a jab and then cross him. He falls onto the floor, groaning.

Everyone starts to cheer. He gets up, holding his nose. I definitely didn't brake it, maybe just severely bruised. He and his little group walked away. I picked up my bag and started to walk over to the entrance. As I was walking, these group of girls all smiled at me and waved. I chuckled and returned the smile and wave.