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Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.

As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.

His head hurt.

Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.

Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.

Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you rea