I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA FOR THIS BOOK AND IM SORRY IN ADVANCE
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"This week we are going to be working on a project," everyone in the room groans.
"Now, now class. This project will be fun!"Mrs. Jameson says.
Yeah, fun. No projects are ever fun.
"We will be making a video on bullying or cyber bullying."
I roll my eyes. Great. Just what I need right now.
"You'll be working with partners-"
The class cheers, a few people letting out whoops and whistles.
"-but I will be choosing them."
And there goes the positivity again. Everyone groans.
Of course. Whenever there's partners, you're never allowed to choose them. Am I right, or am I right?
"Alright... here we have Amelia with Lexie, Blake with Everleigh, Hayden with Olivia..."
Are you kidding me. Are you kidding me. I smack my face into my palm and shift my head a bit towards where Hayden sits. He's already staring at me.
I look back to the front of the class. Kill me now.
"Okay class, get with your partners and start working on the video! It will be due Tuesday next week."
About a week to work on it. That should be enough time.
The chair beside me screeches as Hayden pulls it out. I sigh and look at him. If he's going to be my partner, I might as well try to be friends with him.
"Hi." I greet awkwardly. This is so weird....
"Uh, hey." Hayden scratches the back of his neck. "So... do you have any ideas?"
"Nope," I say, popping the p.
Hayden sighs and rests his head on his hand. "What are even supposed to record this with?" He huffs.
"I guess our phones. Do you want to use yours or mine?" I say. I don't know if my phone has enough storage...
"Probably not mine, I don't have any storage."
I sigh. "Well neither does mine."
"Rock paper scissors?" He suggests. I laugh a little, then stick out my hands.
"Alright. Let's settle this like men." I narrow my eyes.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" Hayden chose scissors... and I chose paper.
"Damn," I breathe. Hayden lets out a chuckle.
"Looks like it'll be on your phone." He smirks. I want to smack that smirk right off his damn face.
"You better stop smirking or I'll slap you so hard you won't even remember your own name." I growl, and Hayden puts his hands up in defense.
I sigh, resting my head on the desk. I take a few deep breaths then slowly lift my head back up.
"What are we going to do," I ask again.
Hayden looks up, eyes trained on the ceiling. He sighs.
"Maybe we could make our video about cyberbullying. Seems easy enough." He shrugs.
"That could work. What should we use as our source for the media thingy... so we can pretend we are cyber bullies..."
Hayden gives me a weird look. "That made no sense."
"Well I don't know how to say it!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. "It's hard to explain."
"Sure, it is."
"Shut up."
I smack my hands down on the table, glaring at Hayden. If we weren't in school...
"You get on my nerves." I say, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Not my fault."
"Excuse me, Miss Allen and Mr. Brown, I think the class would appreciate it if you two could keep it down." I turn my head to see a majority of the class looking at us with annoyed looks.
Especially Amelia. Her eyes are narrowed into thin slits. Face red. Hands gripping the table so hard her knuckles are turning white.
Amelia always wished Hayden would notice her, while at the same time she wished Kian would notice her. Too bad neither of them ever did.
I give her a wink, which just makes her visibly more furious. I laugh silently.
"Sorry Mrs. Jameson," Hayden apologizes. "We'll try to be more quiet."
"Good." She eyes us, then looks back down to her desk.
"Okay. Stop getting on my nerves so we don't get in trouble again. Now what are we going to do?" I whisper.
"What do you mean?" He whispers back. I feel anger bubbling up inside me again but I force it back down and take a deep breath.
"What social media should we use for our source of cyber bullying?" I ask again, making sure I'm more specific this time.
"Oh, so that's what you meant," Hayden says. "Let's use.... Instagram maybe?"
Instagram.... that could work. We could have someone post pictures and have fake people comment on them.
"Sure, that can work. We can make fake accounts about fake people."
"Ok, so do you have Instagram?" He asks.
"Nope. And since we have to record on my phone, you are the one who has to get it." I say smugly. Irritation flashes in Hayden's eyes only for a moment before it's gone.
He says "fine," and rolls his eyes. He reaches for his back pocket and pulls out his phone.
I eye him. "I thought it was school rule not to have your phone in class."
He looks up at me, his face saying 'are you kidding me'.
"Do you actually think I follow rules?"
My cheeks flush. "I- um... no."
The corner of his lips twitch upwards a bit, and he looks back down at his phone.
"How am I supposed to download Instagram if I have no space?" He says suddenly, looking up at me.
Ohhhhh.. right...
"Never thought about that..." I draw out, resting my head on my hand. "Delete something." I suggest.
"I have nothing to delete, that's the point."
"Here, give me your phone." I reach my hand towards him, opening my palm.
He gives an incredulous look. "No, I'm not giving you my phone, who knows what your going to do with it!" He moves his phone away quickly.
I put my hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok. Just delete some photos then."
Hayden returns back to looking at his phone so I spend my time observing his face. His messy brown hair, so effortlessly attractive. Sharp nose, some freckles on his cheeks. Full lips...
"Why are you staring at me?" He asks, without even looking up.
"Uh- I wasn't staring." I blush, looking away.
"Don't lie, Olivia," he chuckles, looking up. "It doesn't suit you."
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There😁 This chapter was kinda happy:)
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