"Your work." She held her hand out, I handed her my two pages worth of characters profiles.

"Miss Fairbourne." I deadpanned using her surname.

Her eyes lifted to me and a smirk spread on her lips.

"I'm not telling you, you'll see on the day." She said. I groaned in annoyance.

"Fine. I'll ask Zoë." I said in a whisper, now that students for after school clubs and all.

"She won't tell you." She said slyly as her eyes moved along my page.

"Fine." I huffed.

"It looks complete. I'll give it back to you tomorrow." She placed my pages neatly with the rest of the papers on her desk. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." I said flatly as I could to her without letting a small smile peak through.

"I love you." She whispered and I probably shouldn't have but I kissed her lips softly for a second.

"I love you too." I said blushing and then I walked out of her class.

I walked down the school hallways and at my locker was Ally.

"You were in there for a minute." Ally said.

"She was scolding me for the work I didn't complete and how I needed to start doing more in class." I lied hoping it was enough.

"She's such a bitch. I actually don't like her." Ally rolled my eyes.

I kept a neutral face but on the inside I was pissed at ally. Valentina isn't a bitch, she's cold and harsh sometimes but not a bitch.

Maybe to you, Ally, because she doesn't like you very much but she's not a bitch.

And if she ever is, it's usually beneficial to me.

"She's not that bad." I shrugged.

"No she really is. It's been my third detention in the last two weeks and each time she looks at me like I've killed her dog, or some shit." She scoffed.

"Oh that's not good." I said closing my locker and walking towards the doors.

"Exactly. Whatever." She said. "Do you want to go to the strip and grab some hot chocolate?" Ally asked.

"I..."

"It's been forever since we've hung out." She said and I felt a little obligated to go now.

"Alright. Sure, let's go." I said and the smile that spread across her face was large.

"Alright! I'll meet you there." She said.

I walked to my car while she walked to hers. The drive wasn't long.

We park in an easy access spot and walked into the strip.

We talked as we walked to a nearby cafe. We ordered our hot chocolates and some chocolate croissants.

She asked about my girlfriend and I gave her the basics she told me she was happy for me. We talked a little more and the more the conversation progressed, the less awkward it felt and more like we were back to being friends again.

After a lengthy two hour talk and four hot chocolates, we finally went home.

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Friday rolled around quickly. It was my nineteenth birthday.

"Happy birthday!" Kinsley came into my room, jumped on my bed, dressed and ready for school.

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