𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎.) 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 ❝ HOW MOTHER & FATHER TAUGHT US. ❞
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"Poet!"
"I'm busy!"
"C'mon! I don't bite!"
I might.
Poet scrunched her nose at hearing Matthew's thoughts and continued walking in the empty hallways of the high school she taught at. He kept chasing her and she groaned softly, turning around to look at him.
"Look, Matthew," she started, letting out a sigh while glancing over her shoulder, "I need to go. I need to go pick up my nephew and make him food."
Ah, the little brat.
Poet tried to hide her anger as best as she could at hearing that specific thought, and watched as he simply shrugged. "He can wait."
"Uh, no he can't," Poet said, noticing that Paris was standing in the front of the school, glancing at her while holding onto his backpack straps. He wasn't alone, Elizabeth was by his side, keeping him company while she waited for her parents. "Look, I'll agree to go out with you—"
"Yes!"
"But if it goes wrong," Piet continued, "you have to leave me alone."
"And if it goes okay?"
"We'll see," the woman smiled sarcastically before turning around and waving goodbye to him. She rolled her eyes and continued walking towards Paris, waving goodbye to Elizabeth's parents who picked her up.
"He's annoying you, again?" Julian asked from beside Paris. Poet sighed and nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose with her ring-clad fingers.
"Yes. I have a date with him, but we never agreed—"
"Poet!" Post groaned and turned around, a fake smile on her lips as she looked at Matthew, cringing at his loud, disgusting thoughts. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. 7."
"Great," Poet gave him two thumbs up and watched as he got inside his car. He drove off and the Capulets were left alone.
"Isn't it weird he didn't ask for your address?" Julian questioned. Poet nodded slowly.
"A lot, but everyone knows everybody and I was just claimed teacher of the year where everybody saw photographers come by to the house."
