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28. Meghan
Everyone hates Monday mornings, I wasn't an exemption but this particular one felt like Saturday movie marathon with the girls.
Queenie and I sat rubbing shoulders in homeroom when every phone in the room and probably the entire school pinged. Gasps, chuckles and nonchalant sighs were heard. Shortly after, the morning news was interrupted as the screen changed to the photo that had been sent to everyone.
'For those of you who didn't get the message sent a few seconds ago. This chat is between our very own generally loved head cheerleader Tara Johnson and Eric Truman. I hope the pieces fall into place'. Came a mechanical voice from the speaker that no one would guess to be Zayn's.
Miss Walker cast a lazy glance at the screen, shook her head and returned to looking miserable.
'Three, two, one'. The bell rang immediately after Queenie's countdown and students began filing out. Immediat
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