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A WEEK LATER Everything has returned to normal with the press, as no one was asking for interviews or questions about Ronan and Chole but Chole was continuously blasting Ronan's phones with multiple calls. It was a bit ridiculous to Ronan that things were happening that way. She had been the one to cut off all existing communications lines between them without first thinking about it, and now it seemed like she wanted to weasel her way back into his life.

Ryan tossed the ball to me and I caught it and fired it right back to Dean. It hit even harder. “Dude!” he said, shaking his hand from the impact. Then he straightened, glaring at me. “Seriously?” I shrugged. “Oops.” Coach blew the whistle. “Sinclair, if you want a war ground, you can go back in time.” The guys chuckled. I just gritted my teeth, shifting my gaze away. Micheal bumped my shoulder. “You good, man?” “Yeah,” I rubbed my palms together, avoiding his gaze.

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.

But three days later, the Muttrie family dropped a fortune and bailed Simon out. That night, I was on Clark's balcony with a book when the doorbell rang. I checked the monitor—Simon, in a suit, holding a giant bouquet of roses. He wore that fake soft smile, like his courtroom meltdown never happened. I laughed coldly and hit the intercom. "Get lost." His smile twitched but he recovered fast, voice smooth. "Heidi, I know you hate me. Just give me five minutes. Please. Face-to-face."

"Then, you should learn to stay away if you don't want a piece of this sharp tongue, because I can't seem to control it.“ I huffed, crossing my arms in defense "Tempting," he said, stepping back. "But I think you'd be my new target. You seem fun to piss off. Get ready for more of me." I rolled my eyes, ignoring his words. “Go bother someone else, Skylo." “Fine.“ He raised a hand. “I'd go to bed, just because the princess demands it, but—”Skylo hesitated “Think about it," I frowned. "Think about what?" "School." He lifted a brow. "If you want it, I might be able to persuade Damien into letting you return to School."

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

Kathilyn said. "You can call me Cobra." He answered. "Really? That man is a crow and you're a snake? Do you just pick random names by playing games?" Kathilyn scoffed sarcastically. "No, it's based on our roles. For example, our boss, Crow, is someone who is sharp and analytical. I'm called Cobra because of my sneakiness." Cobra smiled proudly. "Fair enough. So, should I go home now?" Kathilyn asked. "Yes, you may go home now." Cobra then led her outside by covering her eyes until they're far from their hiding place so that she wouldn't know their location.

She hesitate and looks at her husband for support…he clears his throat. “We have decide to send you back to high school.” This statement settled in his head and he quickly sit upright with a deep frown on. “High school?!” he asked. ‘Yes, maybe you might find your mate there!” Mason scoffs angrily. “Every teenager attending white moon high is from this pack, I don’t need to go to school to find my mate!” His father shakes his head. “No! you’re going back to high school” “I’m not!” His father glares at him harshly.

"Umm. That's okay, thanks for stepping up. What is that thing Coach Brown keeps saying? The best time to do something was right away, but the second best time is right now? Something like that. I appreciate you taking my side." Kyle and the other guy laughed at the quote from the football coach. "Coach was so fucking pissed over all of this, too. Ugh. Anyway. You can probably come back to school, if you want. We'll stick by you. It's really only a few guys that are pissed over scholarships getting fucked up that are still mad. But they're not really mad at you." Kyle said. "I'll think about it. Thank you." He nodded, and they both left, awkwardly getting in the pool while watching me the who

Because of this exam, Daisy forgot her love. Until going to high school, Daisy was so surprised when Ivory majored in math, and Daisy majored in social studies, so they were in different classes. But Ivory played with Daisy's cousin, so Daisy and Ivory always rode a bike the same way. Three years of high school were over. The two people's eyes followed each other on the way home. Never once officially talked to each other.