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     "Woah, you made two reports," I said looking at Olive's desk in Biology. "That's...cool."

     "Yeah. It was fun," she said. Everything academics related was fun for Olive. "Did you get yours done?"

     "Yep, I did." Today was the last day for submitting Crosby's assignment. "Unlike Calculus, Biology comes easily to me."

     "You're having trouble with Calculus? I can help you," she offered.

     "Thanks. I can come over at your place, weekends maybe?" I knew she stayed home on weekends.

     She nodded. "Sure."

     "Ok. Taking AP Calculus was a bad idea," I whined.

     "No, it's not a bad idea. It's gonna help you get in a good college."

     "Yeah, I guess."

     As always, Mr. Crosby was late to class again. Suzy took this opportunity to come over to Olive's seat.

     "Hey, freak. You got an extra report done!" She took the report from the desk and skimmed through it. "Which one are you gonna use?"

     "This one," Olive said pointing to the one which was still on the table.

     "Great. I'm taking this one then." She flapped the report which was in her hand and started walking to her table.

     "Why are you taking Olive's assignment?" I demanded.

     She threw me a dirty glance. "Not that I need to explain anything to you, but I was busy this week with other stuff and couldn't get the assignment done. Olive here readily agreed to let me use hers."

     "No, I didn't," Olive said. "You never asked me."

     Suzy flashed her a forced smile. "I'm asking now. Nicely."

     Scrunching her eyes, Olive looked at me for help.

     "Don't give it to her, Olive," I said.

     Suzy's face contorted with fury. "Or what?"

     Olive raised her hand to take the report from Suzy, but she pulled it back out of her reach.

     "I asked nicely. See, people don't reciprocate. But guess what, I'm still taking this." She flashed the assignment in front of me, mocking me. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

     Mr. Crosby entered the class and everyone settled back in their seats.

     "Leave it be, Vivian. It's ok," Olive said.

     "She's stealing your work!"

     "It's not like I'd complain now, is it?" she asked.

     "Why not?"

     Olive shrugged. "It's not worth it. And it was an extra report. Won't hurt my grade."

     "That's not the point. The point is, she's a bully and gets away with it everytime because she gets good grades. No one wants to complain about a smart student. This is our chance."

     She fiddled with the binder on her desk. "I don't know."

     At the end of the period, everyone handed over their assignments and Mr. Crosby stood at his desk arranging them.

     When it was Suzy's turn to hand over hers, I sneaked up behind her and asked loudly, "Isn't that Olive's assignment?"

     She was shocked by my admission and fumbled. "Uh...no."

     "Really? I could bet I just saw you taking it from Olive. But I could be mistaken."

     Mr. Crosby stared at us from behind his desk. "Is that true?"

     "See you around, Suzy." I gave her a sly smile and sprinted out of the classroom leaving her behind with Mr. Crosby. She was definitely going to get in trouble. And she deserved it.

     I felt a little too happy doing that. Suzy was a straight-A student. All the teachers liked her. Obviously, no one would ever complain about a well liked student. She always got away with the horrible things she said and did.

     After putting my books in the locker, I flung my backpack over my shoulder and went and sat at the school steps waiting for Tiffany and Shayna. I opened my backpack to pull out my headphones when I noticed the notification light blinking on Gina's phone.

     Shayna returned the phone to me today morning after three days, when she took it with her after the slumber party.

     I opened the messages to see Nate's text.

     I replied.

     I don't know what made me reply that. I was in an extra good mood today, after telling on Suzy and I felt like some fun. The phone beeped again.

     What the hell! Am I imagining texts or did he just indirectly say that he knew it was me. Fumbling, I typed out.

     Omfg! This is not happening. Today was supposed to be a good day! I didn't know if I could convince him that I wasn't Vivian, but I had to try.

     My eyeballs popped out reading the text. I was busted! I stared hard at the ground, imploring it to open up and swallow me right now.

     Biting my lips, I slowly dialed Nate, stalling for time, not sure what I'd say when he answers. Hell, I didn't even know what Shayna and Tiffany had been texting him for the past three days.

     "Hey!" came his jovial and energetic voice, pulling me back to reality.

     "I'm so sorry! I'm cringing right now. Oh Nate, I'm a terrible friend. But I'm so so sorry."

     I heard him laugh. "Don't worry about it, Viv. All's good."

     "Really?" I was surprised. "You're not going to kill me for pranking you?"

     "No. It was funny actually. I knew it was a prank. But I never imagined little miss innocent had a prankster alter ego."

     I cringed. "Do you want me to die of embarrassment?"

     "Nuh-uh. You're allowed to live."

     "Thank you! I'll forever be grateful." It was just like Nate to downplay it all.

     "I hope so," he teasingly said. "By the way, was Tif in on it too?"

     I decided not to tell him. Being pranked by a friend was one thing. Your girlfriend being in on it was a whole other thing. This other thing would be messy.

     "No. Just me. I had this spare phone and felt like some mischief."

     "That's one Vivian I'd like to get to know better. The current one is boring."

     "Ouch."

     "Kidding. Listen, I've got football practice now. Talk later?"

     "Sure. I'll call you later and apologize nicely."

     "Yeah, you do that. Because you don't sound very sorry right now."

     "And you don't sound offended."

     "That's because I'm used to my friends pretending to be hookers and calling me. Anyway, coach's gonna kill me if I don't get off the phone. Bye."

     "Bye." I hung up.

     That went well.

     I knew he was being sarcastic about friends pranking him all the time, but what did he mean when he said something about hookers. I checked the messages in the phone, but they were all deleted.

     I didn't even ask him how he knew it was me. I'll find out later, I decided. He wasn't mad at me. So that's all okay. Thank god.

     My embarrassment died down a little and I noticed myself standing just in front of the school gates, blocking way for cars to pass by. I didn't even realize when I got up from the steps.

     What next happened was too quick for me to comprehend. I heard a screeching of tires behind me and moved to the side to give space for the car to pass. But it never did. A black Prius driving in full speed, blazed by me causing my hair to fly out in all directions. It turned around and pulled up an inch away from me.

     What the hell! If I hadn't moved back, it would've drove over me! I looked at the driver's seat to give the driver an earful and that's when I saw the familiar face staring back at me.

     The heck! Why was Derek Whitley speeding into me? Did he plan to kill me on the school grounds?

     "What the hell was that?" I snapped.

     He just stayed there in his car, blocking me from going back inside and his deep gray eyes staring into mine. I knew he had no intention of apologizing.

     "You're blocking me."

     His face turned dark. "Stop texting Nathan," his hoarse voice bellowed.

     How did he know! Damn, today was supposed to be a good day! Did everyone know?!

     His face was emotionless and I couldn't read his expression. Was he angry that I pranked his friend? Or was he just asking me to not text Nate because he knew it was me? Probably the former.

     "Huh. . .what?" I managed to utter.

     "I said stop texting Nathan. I know it's you."

     It was the shock of almost being hit by a car and the fact that he knew it was me, that momentarily disabled my speech. "I. . ."

     "Save it," he said and turned on the ignition and drove away with the same speed. The smoke from the exhaust blew into me and I was left standing there with my mouth hanging open and feeling incredibly stupid.

A/N : Thanks for reading :) I know I didn't describe the last scene very well. But I'll edit it as soon as I come up with something better. I hope it wasn't too bad. You know, wishful thinking. But anyway, please leave a vote and comment if you did like the chapter.

# If you had a chance to be reborn, would ya live in the past or in the future?

This chapter is dedicated to IJimInNowICantJimOut for the immense love on this book. Thank you so much! <3