Chapter 11

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||Isabelle's Pov||

I sit at my desk and wait for all the students to pile into the class. Our teacher, Mrs.Lu, stood at the front, waiting for all of us to quiet down. I placed my head on my hand and sat there in boredom. I don't feel like learning Language Arts first thing in the morning. I'm not going to remember all these terms and listen to how to write poems and stories, but I have to.

It was 10x harder having smirking at me the entire time. He better wait to see what El and I come up with, they'll be moving away once we're done with them.

"So, is Owen in good care? Thought you guys would like a new pet" he whispers to me with his devilish smirk.

"Ya. He's back where he came from. You should learn something from that. Maybe you should go back to where you came from" I mutter bitterly back with my teeth gritted.

"Is that your comeback?" he laughs a bit and looks away and out the window.

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How do I survive him everyday? I'm just so happy today's friday, so I can avoid them for the entire weekend. It's great, really.

Eleanor pushes through the crowded halls with a frown on her face. I then could see Dan right behind her. When they exit the crowded halls, I see one of my teachers holding onto both of their arms, dragging them to the office.

I swing my backpack over my shoulders and start walking after them. I was in the doorway of the office, listening in on the conversation.

"Miss Collins and Mr Howell had a little fight in the middle of class"

I'm not suprised. But I did expect it to happen out of school cause it is the end of the day.

"So they both have detention for the day"

What.

I could hear El's and Dan's protests, but they didn't work at all. Well I guess I can't physically talk to her, but text is good, because she always is able to sneak her phone anywhere.

"Guess we're hanging out then"

I turn around and see Phil standing there with a straight face.

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What did I just do? Sorry Cayden :/

-Brianna-

Picture: Phil in a tux

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