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"I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me, tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me, don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me, you know how I like it when you lovin' on me, I don't wanna die for them to-"  

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"I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me, tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me, don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me, you know how I like it when you lovin' on me, I don't wanna die for them to-"  

I slam my hand on my phone which is blaring Gods Plan, by Drake. I groan as the bright light of the phone hits my face. 

Time = 8:45am it reads.

It doesn't register until I check the amount of missed calls and texts I have from Isa, Dimitri, Isaac, and Luka. All saying something about me skipping school or missing it, thats when it hits-I overslept and I'm late for school, like that wasn't implied already. I slap my hand against my face and slide out of bed. All the blood rushed to my head and I get dizzy. Crap I'm hungover. I grab some pills that I keep beside my bed and gulp them down without water. Something I practiced when I didn't have access to water because-

I hopped into the shower in hopes of getting rid of my hangover before I head into school. After the hot shower I shove a toothbrush in my mouth and start walking towards my closet to pick out an appropriate outfit for school. I grabbed a black crop top and a skirt, placing them on my bed to go back into the bathroom spitting my toothbrush out. I change quickly and grab my necessary items; phone, keys, backpack, airpods and books. I unlock my bedroom door and slide down the railing because I was late and lazy to walk down the steps. I rushed to the kitched grabbing a banana and leaving towards the garage. I put my air forces on and rush towards my car almost dropping my phone and banana. I back out of the garage with the banana in my mouth and rush to school. I arrive there at 9:09, and skid my car into the nearest parking space. I step out of the car spotting Isa's car a couple of spots over. I walk up the steps of the school to hear the bell ring, indicating first period was over. The halls suddenly flooded, as if it wasn't empty a second ago. I shove my airpod into my ear, drowing out the chatter of fellow students while heading towards towards 306~English class with Mr. Fratelli. Judging by the last name he seems italian, meaning I could get on his good side if-

I crash into a group in front of me. To my dismay it was those boys who I was forced to sit with during lunch yesterday. "Ara isn't it?" One of the boys I wasn't introduced to said. 

I nod in response, logging into my phone and typing whats your name.

"I'm Monte, nice to meet you." He says and flashes me a quick smile, and shakes my hand. I nod again and check the time on the nearby clock. There was only three minutes for me to reach english class. 

I type into my phone, nice meeting you, but I have to go bye. I started to walk to Mr. Fratelli's class. 

"You'll definetly be seeing more of us babe!" One of the guys holler while the others snicker and laugh. I turn around and give the guy a glare, which only makes him laugh more. From what noticed about those boys is that they were all somewhat related and funny part was, they all sort of looked like me. The youngest of the group looked like me the most. Same eyes, same hair, same face shape, everything so similar. I pushed the door open to see majority of the class already seated but the teacher was absent. I spot Isa in the back glaring at me but still inviting me to sit with her. As I sit down she says "Now tell me what happened."

"Well so I uhm-" I start to say, taking my phone out and checking my notifications regarding the mafia. 

"Ehm, Arabella Ivanov, would you like to share something with the entire class?" Mr. Fratelli says while peering at me through his glasses perched at the tip of his nose. I look around to see most of the students looking at me trying to hold back a laugh. What am I, a class clown? I glare at them and they all look away. I turn towards Isa, who sheepishly looks away from me. "I'm still waiting for your answer Miss Ivanov." Mr. Fratelli reminds, snapping me out of my daze. 

I shrugged, looking the teacher straight in the eye, and he did the same. As he stared at me and I stared back, I saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes, then it was back to his cold stare, that seemed as if he was ripping my body apart piece, by piece, examining each part of it. 

"Well then, lets start class!" He says breaking the 'staring competition'. Class droned on, I ignored Isa who was constantly bugging me, then eventually stopped to complete the work, then went back to bothering me. I'm pretty sure Mr. Fratelli saw me with my airpods but chose not to say anything or he didn't care. The bell rang indicating second period was over, giving me five minutes to walk to my next class which was science. I wasted no time and grabbed my backpack and hurried out of the classroom. Away from Isa's annoying self, my classmates' judging looks and Mr. Fratelli's cold, calculating eyes.

WELL ITS BEEN A WHILE HASN'T IT? 

THANK YOU FOR 1800 READS THAT IS INSANE AND I DIDN'T EXPECT ANYONE TO READ MY STORY. STILL SHOCKED HOW PEOPLE ARE READING, COMMENTING, VOTING AND ADDING MY STORY TO THEIR BOOKS LIST. 

ON a side note, I'm really sorry for not updating sooner, I've just been busy then I had a vacation and stuff. But good news is that I'll start uploading a chapter every 3-4 days, because I already finished some of them, and they're just waiting to be uploaded. Turns out writing in a car really helps. Also sorry for the short chapter and me be absent for like 2 months 🙄

Anywho enjoy the new chapter, vote, comment, share, and give me tips on how I could improve my story. (Also Ara is Bisexual now 👀) 

Byeee luvs 💖 

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