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chapter four

I groan in frustration as my alarm goes off for the tenth time now

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I groan in frustration as my alarm goes off for the tenth time now.

At least I think it's the tenth time. I lost track after three.

"Jessica!"

Reece barges into my room.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Turn the dang thing off. I'm trying to sleep!"

"So am I!"

"You have class."

"I'm aware of that asshole."

"So get up."

"I miss my free period being first. I would have extra sleep."

"Maybe you shouldn't have switched your classes."

"I didn't!"

I grab my pillow and throw it at him.

"Just get out of bed before you get in trouble. You used to complain about Diana getting onto you multiple times a day when I was still in school."

"I know. She's a pain in the ass when she gets onto me about it."

"So get up."

I sit up, glaring at him in the process.

"Out."

"Fine."

"It better be fine."

"It better be fine." He mimics in a high pitched voice.

I roll my eyes. "Not funny."

"Your face is."

"Haha very funny. You're going to have to try harder than that."

"Whatever."

He walks out of my room, leaving me alone to get out of bed and get ready for school. I quickly throw on jeans and a somewhat nice shirt, glad that this school doesn't have a uniform compared to all of the others i have been to.

I'm pretty sure my parents have spent way more on uniforms than they need to, considering every school had something different.

I throw on a pair of flats and move to the bathroom, putting on light makeup. I'm not trying to impress anyone, and even if I was the only thing I would add is eyeshadow. I'm not big on makeup.

All I did with my hair was curl it, and since I had the night before, the only thing I needed to do was fix a few pieces. I put a little more hair spray in it, but not too much that it makes my hair rock hard.

Walking out of my room, I spot Reece laying on the floor in the hall.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired."

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