Six girls that have absolutely nothing in common but have a bond like no other. Yasmin, Tess and Carmen, The Baker sisters. Phoebe Stuart and her step-sister Gracelyn, along with Abigail Porter.
They all attend Clydeville boarding school and it's o...
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Abigail's POV Damien sits down beside me and I ignore him, still writing my notes from the last experiment I had to do all by myself. "Hey Abby," he says. "Miss me?"
I hum nonchalantly.
He sighs. "You're mad at me."
"Not mad," I murmur. "A little more disappointed."
"Well I don't want you disappointed in me," he says. "What can I do to fix it?"
I glance up at him. "You can start by letting me know if you won't be in class."
He tenses. "Right."
"I messaged you like a thousand times," I say. "Which was embarrassing enough, but then you wouldn't reply."
"I have a life outside of this classroom Abby," he grunts.
I scoff. "Are you saying I don't?"
He sighs. "That's not what I meant Abby."
"I'm not going to be used for a good grade," I hiss. "It's why I told Mrs Chilcott that we won't be partners anymore."
"Abby-"
"Don't worry it's only for future assignments," I state. "The three assignments you left for me to do, will be under both our names."
"Abby doesn't be like this," he says. "I had a reason."
"Yeah Phoebe made that clear," I say. "Doesn't change the fact that a simple text would've sufficed."
"I'm sorry Abby," he says. "I don't want us to stop being partners. And not just because I want a good grade. I like spending time with you."
I feel my heart flutter. "Fine," I say. "The next three assignments you can do by yourself."
"I will," he says. "Are we good?"
"Depending on the grade you get us, yes," I answer.
He chuckles. "I'll get right onto it." Class runs smoothly after that and Damien and I walk out of class together. "I'll see you on Friday partner," he says.
"I might pull a sickie," I say. "Since you will be doing the work for me."
He smiles. "I'll bring you soup then."
"I like tomatoes," I say, smiling back.
"Abby?!"
I spin around and see Mark running down the hall. "Hey, Mark."
I see Mark give Damien a little scowl. "We have an emergency," he says.
"Oh no," I say. "What's happened?"
"The DJ has pulled out for the homecoming," Mark says. "We will never be able to get one this close to the date. Well, a good one anyway."
"That's not true," Damien pipes in. "I know someone who might be interested."
