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I went downstairs, didn't want to meet any of them because I was still mad at them, went to the kitchen to get some water, and heard my mom making breakfast. I didn't really want to talk to her, so I tried to do anything to not have that conversation.

“Good morning, Olivia,” my mother said as she put the eggs in the pan.

I quietly went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water and got a cup to put the water in.

"Still angry?" My mom said it after she put out the fire.

“You see,” I said and sipped some water.

"Your dad wants to talk to you, Olivia," Mom said.

"If I don't want to, I have to go. I'm late," I said, then put the mug on the table and walked out of the kitchen.

Of course I lied to my mom; it was still quarter past seven, but I didn't want to talk to my dad now, so I went outside and found Chris had finished his usual workout.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Chris said with a charming smile.

“Good morning,” I said with a small smile.

"Early, don't you think?" Chris said, looking at his watch.

"No, I wanted to take a walk," I said, looking at my watch.

"Okay, let's take you to school," Chris said as he walked in front of me.

"I can go by myself; I'm not a child," I said after I applied to him.

"But I want to," Chris said as he walked next to me.

"Listen, Chris. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry...because I thought you were the one who told my dad," I said, looking forward.

"You don't have to, baby; I understand," Chris said with a smile and then fiddled with my hair.

“Idiot, do you want every girl in town to fall in love with you or what?” I said after I straightened my hair, and the reason I said this was that Kris was wearing black Adidas pants and a white T-shirt that accentuated his stomach muscles, and his hair fell over his eyes, so it was sexy. It looks fishy because I’m his sister, and I say he’s sexy, but this is the reality.

"You're jealous?" Chris said arrogantly,

"Idiot," I said bored, and then a few minutes passed and we got to school.

"Do you need something else, Liv?" Chris said, standing in front of me.

“No thank you, Chris, take care of yourself,” I said with a small smile.

“You too, my dear,” Chris said, then kissed me on the forehead.

I went to the school and found all the girls looking at Chris as "teens," and then I made my way to the math class. My God, how much I hate math! I just feel so stupid in it; I wish it would disappear from the world.

I finished most of my classes, and then it was lunchtime. I went to my locker, and the students started talking again about the locker.

I put some books in the closet, then I heard some steps approaching me, then I closed the closet and found a girl and a boy standing in front of me. I can say that they are twins of a beautiful girl with short black hair, brown eyes, and wheat skin and a boy with black hair, gun eyes, and wheatish skin, and she has two dimples adorning his groin. He is handsome, I say.

“Hello,” the girl said with a smile, extending her hands.

"Hello," I said with a kind of skepticism. I didn't expect anyone to come to shake my hand, but I shook her hand too.

"My name is Camelia, and this is my brother Cameron. Nice to see you," Camelia said with a wide smile. She's cute.

“Me too,” I said with the same skepticism. I still can't believe it.

"We just wanted to say hi and admire what you did to clumsy Gary," said Camelia.

"That was great; you're the first person to do that to him," Cameron said with a smile.

"I'm glad he learned his lesson," I said with a smile.

"And you're kinda lucky, or should I say the opposite, that you got that locker," said Camelia.

“What about her?” I asked her intently.

"You don't know who's next to your closet? ...You know Jackson Grove?... Of course you don't; you're new here. He's the handsomest and hottest guy in our small town, and he's also the captain of the basketball team, and you've also been detained with him. He's very hot," said Camelia Bhiam.

So the sexy bastard is next to my locker. Hmmm, fishy.

"Not that much," Cameron said, grumbling.

"It's because you're blind...whatever, you want to be our friend? Please don't say no," said Camelia.

"Why not? "You two are so cute. I have to go now; I have a date class now. Later," I said after locking my locker tightly.

"Oh my God, you have a history class with Jackson; you must be the luckiest girl in the world," Camelia said, looking like she'd pass out.

“Later.” I said after I walked for a while and waved at them.

"It's exciting," said Cameron.

"Hey, don't talk about my best friend like that," Camelia said angrily.

"You just met her," said Cameron.

"It's girls' things; you won't understand," Camelia said.

"Whatever, let's have class," Cameron said.

I walked into class, and only one chair was empty, and you wouldn't believe next to whom...for sexy bastard I mean Jackson, whatever.

"Miss Michaelson, please, take a seat," said the professor, and then I went to sit down next to him, and again began the conversation, and I swear to you, I could hear every word he said now, between she's so lucky, and what the teenagers are going to do again. They feed on news and scandal.

“Calm down, please,” the professor said. Then he started explaining, and I could see that Jackson was staring at me with anger and mockery and sometimes even snatching looks at me. Oh, God, please give me strength so that I don’t kill him until that damned year is over.

The class is over, then the detention remains, and this damn place is over for today.

I got to the detention room, and I was the only one there. Then, after no more than two minutes had passed, the professor in charge of booking us for the day came in. He is a person under forty and looks suspicious too.

“Sorry for the delay,” the professor said after giving me a quick look.

“Oh, what is a pretty girl like you doing here?” The teacher said as he approached me.

"You take care, Grandpa," I said sarcastically, then sat down on the chair and heard laughter, and it turned out to be one of the boys.

"Oh look who's on fire," said Jackson, mocking the professor.

"Sit down, everyone; I don't want to hear any sound," the professor said angrily.

Then we all sat until the confinement was over, and I headed home.

I walked until I got home and opened the door with my key and found Chris sitting at the dining table and my mom in the kitchen talking together, and there was no sign of my dad.

“Hey girl,” Chris said while waving at me.

“Hello,” I said as I waved to him.

“How was the school day, sweetheart?” my mother said, trying to talk to me.

"As usual," I said, then she took the glass of water and drank it.

The sound of a key opening the door, and it turned out that my father entered the kitchen and went to my mother and kissed her a light kiss on her lips, disgusting. Then he took off the jacket of his suit and then lifted the sleeves of his shirt a little and then took off his glasses. *My father and mother are not very old; they are in their forties, but when you look at them, you see them as people in their early thirties, and my father's body is not bad; he still retains his stomach muscles after those years, and my mother is also very graceful. Some think they are our sisters, not our fathers.

"Olivia, dear, follow me," said my father, and then walked out of the house, and I looked at Chris in bewilderment, but he signaled me to go.

I followed my dad to our back garden, where the hammock was hanging outside, and then he sat down and motioned for me to sit down.

"If?" I said it after I sat down.

"I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I should have told you first, but I did it because I was worried about you," Dad said after taking a deep breath.

"You shouldn't have done that in the first place, Dad," I said as I slipped my hand into my hair and pulled it back.

"I know, Olivia, but you've changed since that happened," Dad said.

"Don't; we won't get into this conversation again," I said as I turned my head the other way.

"As you want, Olivia, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, then?" said my dad after turning my face to look at him.

"Okay, but don't do that again," I said calmly.

“Gideon?” Dad said with a beautiful smile as he rounded his hand to do the same.

"Gideon," I said, and then I did the same, and we hit each other's hands.

“Come on, my little girl,” Dad said, and then we went into the house, had lunch, and then went up to my room.

I finished some of my homework and then continued reading my horror book. While I was reading, I heard a noise outside. I went towards the window and couldn't believe what I saw. Maybe I believed it, but I didn't expect it. Wait, I expected it too...

Jackson and his cohorts were walking down the street holding beer bottles and apparently drunk, and then Jackson winked at me.... Wait, what just happened? Did the sexy bastard just wink at me? Suspicious...