𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍

"Mr Bianchi you will meet Miss Mostafah in the library after classes, twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays-

"But I signed up for three sessions a week," He argued, the sweat from this morning's volleyball practice gathering up on his frowning eyebrows.

"And I would sooner bash in my own head into this very table than ever agree to anything more than two," I retorted, leaning back into the pale grey seats in the principal's office.

"Miss Mostafah!" Principal Damon gasped.

Angelo's dark eyes shot to glare at me, it was an attempt at looking menacing but he was a pretty boy with a soft face and eyes like a baby deer. If anything he looked adorable. "If she can't give me what I want then why is she here?"

Damon opened his mouth but I cut in before he could reply, "Because you're failing four out of the seven subjects you take," I tilted my head, "You wouldn't know this but that's almost sixty percent."

"Principal Damon," Angelo bit out through gritted teeth, "Give me someone else."

He sighed leaning back into his fair, "Unfortunately Mr Bianchi I cannot do that, we have thoroughly exhausted all of your options and I feel as if being under Miss Mostafah's eye will help you best."

"Is there anyone? Literally anyone else?" He begged.

"Anyone at all," I reiterated.

"Hmm let's see," He brought out a stack of papers and began to flip through them, "Miss Jolie, you slept with her, Mr. Jackson, you slept with him, Miss Rogan slept with," He went through every paper, "Slept with her, slept with her, slept with him, beat him up and then slept with him-oh wait!" This caught Angelo's attention, "Nope, you were caught sleeping with her too," He looked up from the papers, "Are you seeing where I'm going with this Mr. Bianchi."

I shook my head, kind of impressed, "Way to keep it in your pants, Bianchi."

Angelo looked far from ashamed, "So what? You think I can't get her too?"

"Miss Mostafah is many things but fortunately for me, she is famously unimpressed with people like you which means that you might actually be able to learn something from her," he expressed grimly, "I wouldn't have brought you in either Miss Mostafah if I didn't believe you were completely up for the task."

I nodded, "You almost make that sound like I offered to do this."

The principal turned to me, "We as the staff also believe this," He waved his hands in the air, "Bit of socializing might be beneficial to you too. We are all worried that you have grown up to be quite the," He narrowed his eyes as he searched for the word.

"Loner," Angelo coughed obnoxiously.

Damon ignored this, "We do not know how else to help you and perhaps this would help you out a bit more when you get a job and integrate yourself into the workplace."

"That's funny," I noted.

"It's funny that we care about you?" He questioned, looking rather upset that I'd shit on his little 'power of friendship' speech.

"No, it's funny that you think I would ever need a job."

His eye twitched and I could even hear a silent snicker from Angelo beside me, "Trust me when I say we all are aware of how wealthy you all are in this school," He shot a mocking look to Angelo, "But his mommy and daddy have threatened to sue the school if he fails another time and yours," he looked me up and down, "Aren't here to defend you so do you know what that means?" He asked us sweetly like we were dogs, "Get out of my office."

"Hey Versailles, you dropped this!" 

I had barely turned around before I had a hand pressing a thin piece of paper to my chest and a smiling Italian holding it there. When I turned the paper to read it however I quickly realized that it did not belong to me. "Oh I wish I could," I patted his cheek with the piece of paper, "But I'm studying tonight."

"C'mon Castle it's the first week of the last term we're at this shithole," He grinned, "Haven't seen you at one of Curtis's parties before so I thought I'd invite you personally."

The writing on the paper had gotten slightly smudged from the sweat I'd wiped off his tan skin but the address was still written clear as day, along with a time. "I was shitting on you the entire time we were in there," I reminded him just incase he forgot, I know how hard it was for boys like him to think, "And now you want me to come to your little party?"

"You were serious about that? Thought we were just having fun," He began to walk backward away from me, "And besides, You're hot."

He winked at me as he finally ran off to the sound of the bell and I would've kept looking at him with disbelief if I hadn't locked eyes with Cher who was standing by her locker openly staring at me. All her books were already in her white leather backpack but she didn't look bothered even by the sound of the next bell when she finally shot me one last heated look and turned on her heel to stalk off to class, her hair swaying behind her.

Weird.

Folding the details between my fingers I went the opposite way to get to my class too, I hadn't ever thought of attending one of Curtis's parties since the last one I went to was rather...yeah. If I wanted alcohol I would just raid Ace's stash and if I wanted bad company I would go to my gym class it was really that simple.

Cher was usually on my wavelength about that. Even now I looked back to see if I could catch a second glimpse of her before she disappeared down the hall completely but she was already gone. I wonder if she went to parties now, I mean I wouldn't be surprised if she did it was kind of her friend group's whole thing and if she was the queen of this school Curtis was definitely the king so it wasn't like she was starved of invites.

This made me realize that I hadn't seen Cher out of uniform in a long time, I had no idea what type of clothes she even wore now. When we stopped being friends she went to my dorm to take her toiletries and important stuff out but she'd left a bunch of her clothes which when I returned I started wearing as if they were my own.

I even used one of her old t-shirts as a pillowcase from time to time because it was super soft.

Even as I sat in my classes for the day I thought about just going, I mean it wouldn't hurt, right? And I would just not drink anything that wasn't in a bottle or a can to avoid whatever happened last time. 

Principal Damon might be a pathological ass-kisser and a greedy sellout but maybe he was right about the lack of socializing thing. Maybe I had become a loner, so used to everyone I showed interest in being more interested in Cher so I ended up just leaving it completely. I'd even gone complete weekends without talking to another soul and I never thought twice about it.

But maybe things could change.