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─────── ☆*･゜ﾟ･*♡ ───────
Tuesday, August 20th
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Ambrose was mute.
I thought about the possibilities of that being true and for one of the reasons why he was so quiet and refused to give me any words. I thought he was just an asshole and didn't want to talk to me, but rather talk to others instead.
Maybe he was just an angsty teen that would rather be quiet and not give anyone the time of day, but I was still wrong. I guess it kind of gave me answers when he didn't even explain how he got those answers during calculus. I wondered if it was something he was born with or became mute.
Regardless of my curiosity, I wouldn't get any answers any time soon since I basically pissed him off. Now I know he won't even try to write down on a piece of paper.
I enter the classroom right behind and sit down near him. He tries to shield his body away from me by facing a different direction and putting in his earbuds. Once again, I can hear the violent instruments blaring in his ears.
That's how it was for the entire day of us having classes together. In some of them we don't have assigned seating so he sat in a different spot than yesterday. I didn't blame him though, I do admit that I was being a bitch.
When the last bell rang, I watched him leave the school grounds from the top floor where I was already meeting up with the club presidents. I would have to apologize for the misunderstanding another time.
"Lots of heat between you and the new boy," Jane's voice taunts behind me.
"There's no heat between us," I say with a scoff, "just a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding that Ethan won't like," she says with a snicker at the end.
"Why is my relationship important to you? Shouldn't you be worried that I'll beat you for the fourth time in a row?"
Jane's smirk slowly disappears from her face and I could tell that did it for her. "Believe me, Sinclair, once I reveal just how shitty you are at keeping up with everything everyone will want to vote for me."
Her brown short hair sways as she turns around for a dramatic effect and struts over to the Art club president. I roll my eyes and head to the front of the class that was reserved for the meeting. This was our second meeting of the week and the last one for now. Usually our meetings are held Mondays and Fridays, but since homecoming is this Friday we decided to move it to today.
I finally see Tiffany stride into the class and take a seat at the front directly in front of me. She gives me a smile and waits patiently for the meeting to start. Once I see that the majority of the club presidents are in, I'm about to close the door but rudely pushed back as I notice a familiar blonde rush inside.
