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I have a plan.

A really bad plan.

But a really good plan.

With one more glance at the spiteful message of my parents, my mind comes to a conclusion.

We're coming at two. Clean up and don't embarrass yourself further.

I'm doing it.

If my parents didn't want me to embarrass myself further, I'd do exactly that. I've been complacent my entire life, silently seething under my breath and wishing them the worst fates for their actions against me, but no longer. From this day onwards, Quorra Neversea is going to fight back.

And if they don't want me to embarrass myself, that's exactly what I'm going to do, because knowing them, it'd humiliate them more than me. A slash to their I'm-so-perfect façades and spotless reputations. I'm more than glad to ruin what their entire life revolves around: what everyone thinks of them.

So it's settled.

I'm making out with Grant.

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"Okay, here's the plan," I start, taking a bite out of my cheap, canteen pancakes as Grant looks at me in amusement, eyeing his own breakfast, "My parents come at two. Knowing them, it'll be no more than five minutes later, so you need to come to my room by 1:50 so we can set up."

"Set up?" he asks, eyes brighter than usual.

I look behind me at the large window, assuming the light is playing tricks on me.

"Yeah, take off our shirts, mess up my hair and makeup, maybe add some hickeys - I don't know," I ramble with a lift and fall of my shoulder, playing with the straw in my orange juice.

"Hickeys?" he repeats, something I can't pinpoint glinting in his azure eyes.

"Yeah, makeup works wonders," I add, giving him an odd look as his face falls and he mutters an 'oh'.

"You've been acting weird lately, are you alright?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow, "Oh hey, did you ask out that girl yesterday? Sorry I didn't ask, I've been caught up in all this business."

His eyes meet mine, scanning as if he can see my thoughts, "Never mind that. So 1:50, right?"

I let it slide, the thought of my long awaited revenge fuelling my evil grin, "Yeah. And then when they walk in, they catch us mid-makeout."

A malevolent laugh bubbles up my throat as I narrow my eyes like an evil cartoon character, plotting their latest malicious plan that is undoubtedly doomed to fail. There's just one key difference - mine is going to work.

It has to.

A couple hours later, I find myself in front of room B18, tapping away on my phone absentmindedly. It isn't until I feel a breath on my neck that I look up and away from Super Mario Run and come face to face with Grant.

Cracking a smile, I tuck my phone into my small shoulder bag, "Hey, what's up?"

He shrugs, "I see you're early for our lecture today, Quo," he laughs.

"I wasn't late for yesterday's second lecture either," I point out, albeit a little too smug.

Students soon start to enter the room so we follow in, finding our seats at the front where Professor Hartley has permanently moved us, "Yeah, but you missed the first one," Grant laughs as I shoot him a flat glare.