This chapter is unedited and rushed. Sorry, I was too lazy. But I hope you enjoy♥♥

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~°BROOKLYN°~

Who's stupid enough to make a crazy bet with a random stranger about some stupid hottie of a teacher he fell in love with... And now I'm supposed to make sure she never sees the letter. How should I achieve that?

"Look, Kamsi, I know what I did was wrong " I start, sitting on one of the benches in the large field.

"Terribly wrong," he corrects.

"But I'm sorry. Trust me, I really am sorry and I have zero ideas how to come about what you're asking," I say truthfully with a deep sigh. "I swear I wouldn't want anything to happen to you... Or the letter, or - "

"Just stop!" he interrupts.

"We made a deal. You better keep your end of it," he says and runs off for his soccer game. I take in a deep breath and put on my varsity. I open the bottle of water and gulp it down before choking hard on someone's voice.

"Tyler I swear I will kill you!" I rage, turning back at him. He chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"You know Kamsi?" he asks and we both stare at one of the star SS2 players of soccer. Noah and Tristan are in that league too. I think Noah should be the best - they say he plays like a pro.

"Sorta," I shrug, placing the water at the side of my bag. "I mean, we ran into some trouble and it's... Complicated," I tell ans look at Ty once again.

"Well, I really need you to help me with something. He's the star player and - I kinda really need him to get me on the team. I heard not anyone gets on the team," he says desperately.

"Calm down, soccer freak. I'm not in any romantic relationship with Mr. Gorgeous over there. We're just sorting some issues. What makes you think he's gonna help you just because I said so?" I ask and roll my eyes. "I mean, I couldn't even imagine myself dating someone like him. He's upmarket!" I tell and roll my eyes.

"But you do know Kamsi can totally ask you out, right?" he asks and I roll my eyes.

Not if he's into your English teacher.

"Nope. He can't and you don't have to know why," I say and curl my lips.

"I mean, you are literally one of the hottest girls in class. Not that I - "

"I get it, idiot!" I interrupt and we chuckle. His face contorts into a frown and he looks away. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's been so hard fitting in. I mean, I don't think I even match the standards," he explains and heaves a deep breath.

"And who sets the standards," I ask.

"I don't know, the rich kids? Jennifer? Noah? Neto? Kamsi? I don't know," he sighs and I rub his soft fluffy caramel hair fondly. "I'm being serious," he protests and I chuckle lightly.

"Just give it time, Ty. You'll fit in just fine," I try consoling but it doesn't wipe the frown on his face. I bring him in on a hug and it feels just like old times.

°°°

I watched Mr. Nicholas walk into the male restroom and he kept staring like someone was watching him. Basically, I am but either way. I just need to get the letter back from him. That's precisely all.

I wait in the hallway but my curiosity pricks like a needle when I watch Netochukwu walk into the male restroom also. If she's planning to hookup with a guy in there, I'd better warn her that Mr. Nicholas is there too.

Scared, I walk to the restroom and open the doors quickly and run inside. Great shock, disgust and sprinkles of awkwardness fill my tummy as I stare at my own classmate, in the arms of Mr. Nicholas and acting like pornstars.

I can't look. I run out immediately. Long lines of sweat trickle down my forehead as I sit on the field bench once again with my hand to my chest and mouth gasping for air. I inhale and then exhale.

"You sure you saw them there?" Kamsi asks as he puts on his socks.

"Yes, I'm positive," I tell.

"Let's go," he says and we leave for the male restroom immediately. We head up the stairs and walk down the hallway to the bathroom. I stand outside while Kamsi walks into the restroom.

Well, he drags me in as well.

"There's no one," he says after searching all the stalls. We hear the knob move and immediately, he pushes me into a stall and gets in too.

I try to take slow normal breaths but I'm too nervous to even stay quiet. Kamsi places a hand on my mouth and my chest rises and falls quickly.

I hear pee noises, followed by a flush, and then the door opens. I always knew boys never flush after peeing. And neither do they wipe. Morons.

"I swear I saw them," I tell Kamsi as we walk into the field.

"Just stop, Brook! I know he's all bubbly and fun but him having an affair with a student... Neto for that matter? You obviously haven't stayed in Crimson long enough to know what people are really capable of," he says and I CANNOT believe his gut. At all.

"Believe me, Kamsi. I - "

"Just get my dumb letter back before I lose it completely," he says, shaking his head while walking out on me.

I'm not lying. And I will prove it to Kamsi. And everyone else.

°°°

"Hey, Neto!" I say and snap her out of a conversation with her clique.

"What? Nerd!" she says and rolls her eyes.

"We need to talk," I say and drag her out of her group of Neto clones. We stand in the empty back hallway and she taps her right foot impatiently against the floor.

"What the hell happened in the boy's bathroom?" I ask.

"What? How should I know the going ons in the boy's bathroom? Do I look like I have a penis hanging between my legs?" she asks sarcastically and dramatically rolls her eyes. She really has a thing for eye-rolling.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," I say firmly. "You made out with Mr. Nicholas in the boy's restroom and I saw it," I say and her eyes pop.

"Woah... Who made out with who in the boy's bathroom?"

I turn around sharply and stare at Israel. Neto's boyfriend.

"Nobody," she says sharply.

"Brooklyn, right? Who the hell were you referring to?" he asks and I hiss.

"We aren't done talking, Neto!" I say acidly and walk out on the both of them. Whatever problem I may have caused is absolutely none of my business.

~°NOAH°~

What the hell happened at school today?

"I should be asking you that,"

I jerk up immediately and turn back at Mum. Only now do I realize I said it out loud. Or she can read my mind...

"I don't know, Mum. I think I finally blew things with Jenny today. And Ivy. I mean, Jennifer hates me and it's for sure," I say and look away. "Mum, tell me I'm wrong," I mumble, fiddling with Dad's golden wristwatch on my wrist.

"You overwork yourself too much, Noah. Give yourself a break," Mum says as she leans against the wall.

"No, Mum. I'm a terrible person and - " I stop halfway through my sentence, realizing she wouldn't understand. "Nevermind, Mum. I'll just go to my room," I tell and head upstairs, despite her constant yelling of my name.

Jennifer, I'm sorry. I know I've been terrible but I didn't mean to hurt you, at all.

I erase everything I typed and sigh. I try once again.

Hey, Jennifer. I know you're probably mad at me but I want you to know I'm sorry.

Once again, I erase everything I typed and let my body fall lazily to my bed. I think of everything she said... How she said it and how she couldn't stop crying while saying it. It's all my fault, even if I say it's Ivy's. It wouldn't have happened if she fell for me.

I'm her biggest regret.

Lately, I've been my own biggest regret and it sucks, inside and out. I feel a vibration in my hand and check my phone. It's Jennifer. I answer immediately.

"Hey, Noah? It's Zara,"

"Oh, hey!" I reply on the phone and lay on the bed once more. "How is she?" I ask.

"How you'd expect her to be," she replies. "Give Jennifer a break, Noah. She's tired, exhausted and mentally ill. It's excruciatingly painful to watch her go through all this and know that I can't do all I want to help her, so for everyone's peace of mind, stay away from my niece," she says pleadingly and I haven't felt this guilty in a while.

"I didn't mean to," I try to explain.

"Yeah, just like you didn't mean to make her fall in love with you, make her depend on you, post her nudes on social media and destroy her entire life. Just try staying away from her," she says and it pierces my heart like a burning cupids arrow.

"What If I still feel something for her?" I ask. I regret it immediately because she doesn't reply.

"Then keep it to yourself. I mean, it happened before and see where it ended. The tragic reality," she sighs and I stand up from the bed. "I have to go now. And do NOT text her. She won't reply because... She blocked you," she says.

"Yeah, I figured!" I say and she hangs the call up.

"Noah! Somoene's here to see you. She says her name is Waje!"

Waje?

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