~+ Clean +~ •Lovertation•

~+ Chapter 14 +~

A/n: haha all of you are NOT ready for the last 2 chapters (excluding this 1)

TW, ofc

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Rep's Pov:

After lunch, I went to my science class and sat in a chair, scribbling notes down and leaning on 1989's shoulder, when the bell rung twice, signaling an announcement. I glanced up at the speaker on the ceiling as the sound rang out.

"Reputation Serpentine to the principal's office, please," the voice sounded, slightly muffled from the speaker.

Nine let out a deep sigh, dropping her pencil and looking at me.

"Oh my god. What did you do this time? You're gonna get expelled, dude!" she exclaimed, aggressively throwing her hands up.

I blinked, genuinely surprised. "I- I don't know..." I trailed off, getting up and grabbing my backpack, waving the girl a goodbye as the class all went "oooooh,".

I walked down to the office, a very familiar action, opening the door and closing it behind me. I froze when I saw four people in the office— Mr. Gatsby, Mr. White, our principal, and two people in dark blue uniforms, white writing across the front which read...

CPS.

"Hello, Ms. Serpentine, please take a seat,"
Mr. White smiled, gesturing towards a chair near the door.

I gulped, sitting down uncomfortably and dropping my backpack beside me. I let out a shaky sigh.

"So, we heard from Mr. Gatsby that there's an active... abuse... situation, going on at home?" Mr. White said tentatively, interlacing his hands together and resting them on the desk in front of him.

I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was going to get beat the fuck up if I said anything— or maybe, I'd get expelled. I stared blankly at the man, my eyes flickering from him to the CPS workers.

"You're not in trouble. Our students's safety is our main priority in this school. I'm going to ask again— is there a situation going on at home?" The man repeated.

"I'm not talking about this without Lover here." I murmured, fidgeting with my sleeve.

The principal sighed, placing his hand on the button and holding it down while he spoke. "Lover Valentine, please report to the principal's office," he said while looking at me, pushing the microphone back.

I crossed my arms across my chest, biting my cheek and looking out the window until the office door opened and the blonde girl came in.

"Hey, what did I—" Lover paused when she saw me sitting in the corner. "Rep, seriously? Did you set this up, or..." she trailed off as she saw the people in the uniforms, glancing over at me worriedly.

"My love, what's going on?" She asked softly, her eyes furrowing in worry as she dropped her pink backpack next to my black camo one, sitting in the chair next to me.

"Lovvy, I fucked up, I fucked up," I whined out, my voice barely above a whisper so that only the girl could hear me.

Lover tilted her head, looking at me even more worried as she took my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my fingers playing with hers. I glanced up at her as I continued to speak. "For being a dick, and pushing you, and saying that shit— I-I'm sorry, Lov," I murmured out, resting my head on her shoulder.

The principal cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "Okay, we can talk now," the principal gave a small smile, glancing at Mr. Gatsby and the CPS workers.