Chapter 7
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Luise was running after me. I entered the room, and she was right behind me, closing the door behind us.
“Hope, what was that? I mean, I’m proud of you, don’t get me wrong, but you just got yourself into trouble.”
“Big trouble,” she added seriously.
“What do you mean exactly?” I asked, confused.
“Darling, that was Taylor. I told you earlier about the group. You do NOT mess with them.”
“Now you’re their target.”
Taylor was the only guy in the girl group I was warned about. I really shouldn’t have messed with him. He was the school’s playboy and bad boy—always causing trouble but incredibly talented in sports. He played American football and was the best on the team. He got along well with his teammates but was terrible in school.
His best friend was Elliot. They were like brothers, and Eli always looked out for him. On the other hand, Eli was great in school and also famous for sports, though not as skilled as Taylor. Eli was the responsible one, mostly staying out of trouble—unless it involved helping Taylor. They were both insanely rich and well-known.
So yeah, I had messed with a spoiled bastard.
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The next day, school started.
I had to find my class, but Luise was running late because she had spent the night at Jorge’s place. She promised to show me around next time, but for now, I had to figure things out on my own.
I needed to find classroom 7A. Chemistry was my first subject, so it had to be in the science department. But I couldn’t find it. I started getting nervous—being late on my first day wouldn’t leave a great impression.
The hallways were empty. No students. No teachers. No one to ask for help.
“Ding ding.”
“f**k, I’m late,” I muttered, panic setting in.
I started running when I suddenly bumped into someone.
“I’m sorry—” I started to apologize.
And then I saw who it was.
Taylor.
No. f*****g. Way.
Not now. Not today. Not ever.
I turned to leave, but he grabbed me. Again.
“Hey, trouble girl…”
I tried to push his hand off, but his grip was strong.
“Listen, Taylor, or whatever. I don’t want any problems with you or anyone else. Can we just pretend this never happened and not even look at each other?”
He just stared at me, murmuring something under his breath. Before he could say anything, a teacher appeared behind us.
He immediately let go of my hand and turned toward her.
“Taylor, late again? Will there ever be a day when you’re actually on time?” she scolded. “And you—new student—couldn’t you at least set a good example?”
“Come on, Mrs. Rosalina. You know me. Cut me some slack. It won’t happen again,” he said with an almost nervous smile.
“Is it happening again?” she asked, her tone changing slightly.
He looked away, unable to meet her eyes.
“Yeah, it is,” he admitted.
She sighed. “This is the last time. And you—new girl—follow me.”
As I walked past Taylor, he smirked.
“Trouble girl, this isn’t over.”
I rolled my eyes and followed Mrs. Rosalina.
“Hope Anderson, correct?”
“Yeah, unfortunately,” I replied.
“Hope, because it’s your first day, you won’t get a warning. But be careful next time. And please, don’t mess with Taylor Wilson. You’ll only get yourself into more trouble.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Rosalina. And don’t worry, I won’t.”
She led me to class, where I had to introduce myself before taking a seat in the last row.
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After three classes, we finally had a break.
I headed to the cafeteria to grab some food and look for Luise, but she was nowhere to be found. As I walked past the tables, I noticed Eli sitting with some girls—along with Taylor. Ugh. One more interaction with him, and I might actually puke.
I ignored them and kept walking when—bam! Someone walked right up to me and knocked my tray to the floor.
Again.
Seriously?!
All eyes were on us.
“Who the f**k do you think you are?” a girl sneered. “You dare to hit Taylor? You think you can even look at him?”
She was beyond pissed. But honestly, I couldn’t care less.
“Listen, I don’t know him, nor do I care to know him. This was all a misunderstanding. Can we just pretend it never happened and leave me the f**k alone?”
I gave her a sweet smile.
Her face twisted with rage. “I don’t care what you think, but if I see you near him again, believe me—it will be your last time.” She grinned like a psychopath.
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Pathetic.
She was even more pissed because I wasn’t taking her seriously. Her friend pulled her back, calming her down, and they returned to their table—right next to Taylor and Eli.
On my way to the stairs, I glanced over one last time.
The girl was kissing Taylor.
Figures.
Her friend was sitting beside Eli, way too close for just friends.
But whatever. I wasn’t interested in any of it. I just wanted to focus on myself and stay out of trouble.
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