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~ALLISONYeah.I'm screwed again.Here I am, in the disciplinarian's office, sitting in front of the old snitch who won't stop glaring at me.Putting my offense aside, Mr. Jacob rarely has a smile on his face. From my first year, he's always had this grim look that scares the students. Definitely not me, but especially the humans among us.I wonder if he still looks this way at home with his family. That's if he has one. I can't see why any woman would settle for a man who never smiles. It’s weird and would be scary for their future kids.“So you think you can do whatever pleases you because you're part of the Smith family, Miss West?” he finally speaks up, and I frown at his words.“With all due respect, sir, this has nothing to do with the Smith family, actually,” I say, giving a tight smile even though I feel offended and want nothing more than to curse him out.“Then why were you found in the boys' locker room? I bet you know that's against the school's law.”Uhm.If I could turn

~ALLISONI had Andrew’s phone for over an hour while driving home, but I still couldn’t find Jacob’s emails.I checked his spam folder, every other folder in his Gmail—nothing. I should have been relieved, but honestly? I wasn’t.I was still panicking.Who knows? That old snitch might send it later. And by then, I wouldn’t have Andrew’s phone, which means he would see everything, the mess I had gotten myself into.Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. Andrew would definitely demand an explanation, or worse, start putting the pieces together. And that? That would be a disaster.God, I wish I could undo everything and save myself from this stress, guilt, and paranoia. But deep down, I knew even if I could go back, I would probably make the same mistakes all over again.Lately, I don’t even recognize myself. I used to hate that jerk so much that if I had a gun the day he poured paint on me, I might have shot him without thinking twice.But now? I don’t know. That hatred, that shar