Romans & histoires Highschool.dxd

She stepped back, then drove a powerful kick into the hardwood door with all her strength. The door flew open and slammed against the wall. Ashley strode into the room with her hands on her hips and shouted at the top of her lungs, "This room is now reserved for Middleton High's HAT Elite Class students as we prepare for the HAT exam! "I advise all of you to start packing and move out. We have an important exam tomorrow, and you don't want to be the ones hindering the country's brightest talents from doing their—" She trailed off before she could finish the word "duty."

I'm sure he wouldn't have a problem with Mark coming over. “Yes, I'll text you my address, goodnight and see you tomorrow!” After the call went off, I rose up from the floor, washed my tits and face and went down for dinner. As always, Amanda was already eating, but she didn't look okay. “What's wrong with you?” I asked as I slid into the seat next to her. “My sugar level is ridiculously high, and I hate this dexcom!” She sounded really frustrated and cranky, and I understood it was the sugar talking.

Xander rolls his eyes and throws his head back on the sofa. *Of course I know that… that's our everyday campaign!* He thought. “.... You still haven't seen your mate. So…." She hesitated and looks at her husband for support… He clears his throat. “We have decided to send you back to high school” This statement settled in his head and he quickly sat upright with a deep frown on. “High school?!” He asked. “Yes, maybe you might find your mate there!” Xander scoffs angrily. “Every teenager attending crescent high is from this pack… I don't need to go to school to find my mate!”

“Fucking… you always got to raise your voice for people to listen these days.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The city of Phoenix wasn’t technically one of the richest or most fluent in terms of spending and investing money. So, it came as no surprise that even the school had to sacrifice some stuff in order to have access to other type of shit. Gave up the swimming pool in order to keep the football field, Big W. Gave up the tennis court for the library, Big L. And probably more significantly, gave up the astronomy class, teacher, equipment and facilities to cop this baby. “The Phoenix High Hall”.

I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet. The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed. My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.

I say. Hanna has been my best friend since we were 8. Our parents used to joke that we were so joint at the hip, they were sure that not even our mates could separate us. Even though we are besties, we are very different. Hanna is a few inches shorter than my 5.8 feet. She had brown curly hair, olive tan skin and the most beautiful hazel eyes you have seen. Hanna is also what you would call a genius with a degree in mechanical engineering and some intense hacking skills, Hanna is the type of girl that would fix up your 1968 Ford Mustang and then transfer it to her name. Not a joke, she did that once. In Hanna’s defence, he didn’t want to pay her for fixing the car up. She is currently trying

Whoever said this love shit was all flowers and music hadn't done love in the twenty-first fucking century. It was headaches and worrying and not wanting to let her out of your sight for fear that something might go wrong and you wouldn't be there to help her. 'I finally get it dad.' For years he'd been trying to explain what I jokingly called his psychosis, but fuck, if I didn't have the same illness. *** SIAN *** Wow, I had no idea our guys were this good. The crowd was going wild as Jace threw for his fourth touchdown of the night. It was an away game, but you couldn't tell from the number of Eden High supporters in the stands.

It was 11: 47am, the lunch break period of Dexterford High School. More than half of the students, sat in the cafeteria eating their lunch, some minding their businesses while the others were bullying and seeking to bully others. The other half stood outside the cafeteria, gasping and murmuring as they watched a girl, dressed in black pants and hoodie, paint a giant skull on the outer wall of the cafeteria while hanging from a rope. She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her.

I face in front as Mr Henry enters the class. **** A bunch of athletes join our table at the cafeteria. They are Josh's squad. I guess they all play basketball and a few of them, football. Josh is the one who has tagged all of them along and I'm low key annoyed. I wanted to talk to Dax. Privately. He's hiding something. I know it. But then the little devil, Danna Fox, comes to our table and shamelessly calls for Dax. "Dax, we need to talk."

I don't know what's interesting, but one thing Alice realized that Xander seemed to be looking for information from the book. "Ahhh, I thought so too!" Logan answered to relieve the awkwardness when Gordo, the student council president of the Highlight High School sat at the same table with them, increasing the number of stares at them. The article is, who doesn't know Gordo? The most wanted in their high school.