Chapter 3

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After 3 damn long class's, the lunch bell rang for 9th and 10th graders, what a mess in the hallways that both big grades collide to get food.

I usually wait until my friend comes out so I don't have to walk alone, and so I pretend to text on my phone so I don't look fucking stupid.

Then in finally saw my friend Lee coming out the classroom with her book, and I love what she done with her hair... mine is naturally shit brown and as hers it was naturally blonde. She changed it to reddish orange so she look smarter... like what?!

"Omg your never going to guess what happened in social studies between me and Hayden!!"

"Holy buzz sticks!! Tell!!!" Said Lee

"We had to do a little mini assignment in class and it was bout 5 interesting facts about the person beside you! And it was of course Hayden.."

"Ohh.. you haven't talked to him in almost a year! How was it?"

"I had to suck it up and had to ask him damn questions.. "

"and?"

"I accidentally told him I cutted"

"ARIELLA!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
What the hell?"

"I don't know what happened!! He looked all confused and luckily the bell ranged..."

"You better pray and hope he forgets!" Said Lee

"Let's hope... now cmon I want lunch"

As we got to the lunch room, the whole cafeteria was filled up with jocks and emo bitches. Luckily our table is reserved by 2 tenth graders that were my cousins.. and everyday they save our spots at the table.

After getting our food and paying for the damn thing we made our escort down the cafeteria and to the table. Angie and Hazel were my cousins and we spent every summer with them in Oakland since I was 6. They moved here and enrolled in my school.. a lucky move you can say.

It was the middle of the hour of lunch, and the table we sat at was in the middle of the cheerleaders and the emo people who didn't give a shit. Odd reason they weren't there today and a group of 10th grade boys were sitting at there table... They looked like biker dudes but something about that one boy at the far end of the table was different.

His name was Jack Roland.

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