I gaze at my reflection, smacking my pink-coated lips. Perfect. If this works out like I'm hoping it would, then the rest would be a piece of cake. Adjusting my blazer, I make my way to Colson's classroom.
Now, I have to admit, they're a lot more focused and serious-minded. I mean even the infamous Colson Gallagher was seated at the back reading, I guess he falls under the category that are proud coz they're so smart.
Okay. How's this gonna work? I don't know anyone here, but I really need to get invited. I slip into the classroom and only a few look up at me with raised brows, the others are busy with books. Whose name do I know? Whose name do I know? Whose -
Jasher Sloane.
I stop at his desk. We haven't talked, except for that time in the woods but he might hardly remember that. They say he's nice so he won't kill me for what I'm about to do.
" Jasher, right? "
He looks blankly at me, blinks twice.
" The principal wants you in his office. "
" Oh. " He fumbles around, disoriented, then runs out of the class, tripping along the way.
Time to make my move. I read this works well for dudes, it just hurts my ego to do this. And so without thinking too much about it, I Billie Tyson, on this day, tripped and fell intentionally. I have to admit, I'm a pro at tripping.
Now, the class is as silent as a graveyard, everyone gazing at me. They can't seem to decide whether to laugh or be sympathetic. Colson's not coming to help me, so I pick myself up. I had not fully done that, when someone's arm raises me up. I look at the person.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!!!
Colson's eyes sweep over my body. " Are you okay? "
I look at my feet, pretending to fidget. " Yes. Thank you. "
" Are you new here? I've never seen you before. "
" Yeah. I moved from Chicago recently. "
He nods, then stretches a hand. " Colson. "
I take the gesture. " Billie. "
Here it comes. I know Colson's a big softie when it comes to women, he'll invite me to that party in no time.
" Well, Billie... You had better head to your class. The physics teacher is on his way and that man has severe issues. "
My face falls. What the hell? Where's my party invite?! Where is it?! I blink, smile, frown, spin around and walk out the classroom, fuming as hell. I humiliated myself only to get a brief chat?!
My locker is just a few feet away and I reach it with ease, taking the books I need. A pink piece of paper slips out of my textbook, falling to the ground and I reach down to pick it, hands shaky, heart pumping.
You know your time is ticking right? You have just one month, it's not enough. Although, getting into that party could give you an edge, which is why I want to ask this. Have you gotten invited?
He's not joking this time. No greetings. No jokes. He's dead serious and that's what scares me, just who the hell am I dealing with? Who would want to willingly get caught for his crimes?
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