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Chapter Five
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2025-08-16 23:53:31I Hate High School
Liv’s POV I left Miley to quickly go get something from my locker since we weren’t locker partners promising to meet up with her in class. Funny how she’s going to be sharing a locker with my brother Jordan. I recognized the locker immediately when I helped show her to where hers was located and I wasn’t sure whether to tell her about it afraid it’ll freak her out. Last time she met my brother, it didn’t seem like they bonded great. I just think it’ll be better if she found out herself. Opening up my locker as I brought out some notes and checking my face in my side mirror hoping my makeup looked nice. Closing the door shut satisfied with how good I looked I heard someone call my name. Turning to see who it was my eyes lock on the one person I didn’t wish to see. My brother’s best friend and my ex boyfriend as he walked towards me with a longing expression in his eyes causing me to freeze in shock unable to move from where I stood. I wasn’t sure I was ready to meet him yet, even with how much I prepped myself incase I happened to bump into him. I couldn’t fully contain my emotions as i watched him walk towards me. This wasn’t how i planned for my first day of school to go. ******* Miley’s POV Home room had started but the teacher was yet to arrive. Everyone else in the class chattered on amongst themselves not caring about the teacher’s absence as I wondered if this was a regular occurrence for them. I felt a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around to see who it was my eyes locking with that of a nerdy looking guy. “Hi” he greeted with a smile “Hey” “You’re new here aren’t you?” He asks “Yeah.” “I’m Spencer, welcome to Brixley high” he said giving me a polite smile. “I’m Miley, thanks”. “Spencer!” Liv squealed in sudden excitement as she ran to give him a hug as I watched them both in confusion. “Liv!” He shouted hugging her back as they both laughed happily. “Oh my gosh Spence I’ve missed you, how was your trip to England?” Liv asked in glee “It was okay, I can’t wait to show you all the pictures I took” he said causing her to nod in happiness. “Oh by the way Spencer, this is Miley. She’s my next door neighbor and she’s new here.” Liv introduced. “I noticed she’s new. We already had a short introduction before you came over. It’s nice to meet you Miley” he said with a chuckle causing me to smile. “Thanks and you too” The teacher eventually came in not long after and immediately started the class causing the discussions and chattering to cease as we began lectures. Lunch finally arrived as I sat down with Liv and Spencer at their special table. I notice Liv was very popular because we wouldn’t stop getting lots of looks and greetings from other students. The cafeteria was huge and students filtered about eating and chattering with one another but it also seemed that there were cliques. “Who are those people?” I asked gesturing to a group of students who wore football jerseys and cheerleading uniforms. “We call them jocks. They’re the athletes of Brixley high and they’re loud as fuck.” Spencer cussed out in annoyance but he wasn’t wrong because they were indeed loud for no apparent reason. “Look Miley, the status quo in this school is very much divided. Everyone has a place they fit in.” She explained while she ate her food. “Go on” “We have the freshmen, sophomores and seniors. Then we have the nerds and geeks, the mathletes, the theater and drama kids, the hippies and stoners, the goths and last but not the least the jocks and athletes” she continued causing Spencer to roll his eyes at the last part. He must really dislike them. “So where do you guys stand?” I ask “I’m part of the athletes and Spencer is a part of the nerds but we don’t usually sit with them. That’s why we have our own special table” Liv answered with a smile as he nodded his head in agreement to that. “Cool” I replied Liv smiled at me before I noticed her eyes trained on someone seated at the jock tables. She seemed upset watching him kiss a certain cheerleader who was seated on his lap. Spencer seemed to notice who she was staring at as his face crumbled into an angry scowl. “Liv are you okay?” I adore feeling slightly confused at her sudden shift in behavior. “Yeah i’m fine.” She replied but I could tell she was lying and watching that guy kiss and play with that cheerleader was seriously affecting her. What I couldn’t understand was why?. She suddenly got up and left causing Spencer to sigh sadly. “Spencer is everything okay with Liv?” I asked once more. “How should I tell you this” he said “Tell me what?” I asked in confusion “I think it’s better Liv told you herself, excuse me I need to go check on her” he said as he got up and walked away leaving me confused as hell.
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