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» Ninth Escape

{'I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night'.}

I entered our school building, totally bothered on how could I convince Olivia to agree with our plan. At the same time, my mind was waving with dirty thoughts of what could possibly happen on Sunday afternoon with Quinn alone.

Entering into our school main building, the receptionist gave me a half-smile once she recognized me. I tried being nice by giving her my awkward one. I headed to my locker seeing my friends waiting for me there while they talked about whose girls were going to be joining our cheerleading team.

"Good morning, girls," I greeted, opening my locker, putting the stuff I need for my class in my bag.

"So did you already come up with a plan?" Hilary asked as she leaned against the wall of lockers.

I shook my head 'no' which earned disappointed sighs from them.

"Hey, horde of dykes!" I heard someone say insultingly so we all turned our heads seeing Timothy sneering at us.

"What's your problem, Timofreak?" Tiana asked in annoyance.

He laughed in amusement and then his jaw clenched. "What's my problem? You are asking me what's my problem?!"

Tiana frowned. "Are you a deaf? Or a retard?"

Timothy almost lunged at her but he halted, gripping his hand into a fist and then punched the locker at his side.

We all looked at him like he was already out of his mind. Hilary spoke before he could turn to Hulk, "Bailey, can you control your boyfriend just for a second?"

"He's not my boyfriend," Bailey said so we looked at her confused. "We aren't together."

That made Timothy gripped Bailey's arms so Tiana pushed him forcefully off her girl. "Seriously, Timothy? Are you out of your mind?!"

He looked at her intensely and then laughed cynically. "So you broke up with me because of this dyke?"

"Hey!" I shouted at him. "Watch your word or else­-"

"Or else what?" he cut me off and screamed in my face, "You're going to call your Daddy!!"

I creased my nose at the smell of his breath. "Can you watch your breath, Timofreak?! You stink!!"

All of his veins popped out of his head as his face reddened with rage. He raised his fist to assault me but someone nudged him strongly that made him fall on the floor.

Two guys stood between us, one of them raised his arms, engaging a fighting stance. "Wanna fight?" the guy asked while he cocked his straight blowback hair. The other guy with mohawk sandy hair boosted up the growing audience (which I didn't notice) by shouting for a fight.

Timothy got up to his own feet with his eyes filled with anger as he glared at the guy in front of us. The stud guy crossed his arms revealing his muscle tone, showing off to Timothy with a cocky smirk.

Unfortunately, Timothy was smart enough for not taking his challenge so he turned around after giving him a finger and made his exit.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to us with a gorgeous smile.

I was about to answer but I noticed that he was not looking directly to me but to my best friend, Hilary, who was now staring back at him with a shy smile.