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AND THIS IS CHAPTER 7!
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It's unfair how we all want our opinions to be heard but we do not make way to listen to others'.
-Clara
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Skai.
I'm bored!
I'm stuck in detention with Trisha and the two idiots. Mr Franks is seated in front of us. He's on his phone now. Asshole. He told us not to do anything, just sit there quietly.
Trisha and I sat in the front seats with Rhyce behind me.
"Ouch." A glare was shot in my direction.
"Sorry." I apologized.
"Ms Knight." Mr Franks looked irritated. He stopped playing on his phone and gave us, mostly me, his full undivided attention.
"Ouch." I was the one that shot a glare this time around.
I looked back to find a smiling Rhyce showing off his pearly whites.
I smiled back and threw my pen and it hit him right in his face. Luckily Mr Franks had a call so he did not get the opportunity to see my perfect aim.
With a grin I turned to Trisha and she just rolled her eyes at me.
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"Hey Skai, wait up!"
The voice was unfamiliar. I turned to see a blonde haired gut coming towards me. He smiled when he got to me. He had blue-green eyes ad really long eyelashes. He wore a black shirt with jeans and sneakers. He,like most dudes here, is hot.
"Yh, what'd you want?" I asked him with a raised brow. I don't know who this dude is and I've never seen him before.
"So..." He started scratching the back of his head. "There's gonna be a party at my house this Saturday." He added still scratching his head.
"So- Ouch!" I asked. Trisha decided it would be cool to kick me in the shin at that precise moment.
"Please continue." Trisha smiled at the blonde guy urging him to continue.
" I was wondering if you could come?" He looked away and then added, "And Trisha too, of course"
"We can not-"
"We'll be there."
"We'll be there? Ouch- I mean, of course we'll be there."
"Cool. By the way I am Kennel," Blondie stated with a smile.
"Nice to meet you. Bye now." I said as I dragged Trisha off to the car park.
"What was that about?" I finally asked when we got to the car park.
"I should be asking you that. Why are you so rude? No, like, why?"
"No reason." I kicked a stone as I said that.
"We were just invited to a party by the school's quarterback." She said it like it was the most important thing in the world.
"Ok..." I drawled. "I don't get where you are heading with this. He's the quarterback. So?"
"Just get ready for the party this Saturday."
"Don't they have a game this Saturday? So why the party?"
"It's their winning party."
"Wow, I should have known." I said, obviously, sarcastically.
"They always win. Their the best in our town." She said with a smile that held so much pride in it. As if she's part of the team or something.
"Oh shoot! I just remembered. My cat will die this Saturday, so I won't be able to make it to the party." I gave her a sad look hoping it'll be convincing enough.
Trisha glared at me then pulled my ear and said, " Since you arrived in this school, I've been dying to kill you. First, you get on the nerves of the popular kids, drawing attention to an innocent person such as myself. Then, you drag me into your stupid arguments with those idiots and finally, you get me into detention. Detention. I've never had one of those before and i was never planning on getting one. But of course, you changed my plans. And I'll also change your plans this Saturday, so you better tell that cat of yours to find another day to die and not this Saturday."
If the pain in my ear did not change my mind Trisha's words surely did the job.
"Okay... Hear that? That must be my aunt calling!" I run as fast as I could away from that girl.
"Come back here! I'm not done with you! You have English you dimwit!" Like I cared about English.
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"Is she still there?" I asked Aunt Olivia as looked around for any trace of Trisha. The girl has got me peeing my pants now.
"No." Aunt Olivia said while rolling her eyes at me. "Now get in already," she added as she got in her car.
"Aunty dearest, don't you think we need to spend some quality time together?" I started, not trying to not go to a party. Not.
"Yeah, you're right. Never thought I'd hear myself say that." She said, but lowered her voice at the latter so I would not hear her, as she started the car.
"I'll ignore that," I told her to let her know that I actually heard her. "Let's have a sleepover on Saturday. Saturday night. We can watch a scarry movie while eating popcorn, ice cream, pizza and any other junk food we want to clog our arteries with."
"Wooh, that sounds nice . So will that be after or before the party?" The woman grinned at me while saying that. She knows something she's not supposed to.
"What? What party?"
"Stop pretending not to know. Trisha told me all about it."
"How the fuc-" I was cut short from speaking when the car made a sharp turn causing me to fall out of the seat. I don't even know how that happened.
I got back up but was shortly thrown down gain when the car made another sharp turn.
"Is someone after us or something. Or are you having a race with someone, forgetting you have a child with you in that same car?" I glared at her as I got back up, again. "Forget it, I don't even need an answer to that."
Aunt Olivia didn't even respond she kept quiet and I looked at her through the rear view mirror. She had a friend on her face and she kept looking at the side view mirrors.
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I'm very glad that I'm finally done with this chapter. I know, I know, I'm a bad writer. Not my fault actually.
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Clara♡