One high school, five teenagers, an unlimited amount of chaos.
After a storm wipes out Wilkinson High, Rowena Salone and the entirety of her classmates are forced to relocate to the next closest school in their district. Being the new girl isn't so...
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It was late that night when I got home to shower. I didn't have my phone on me for the whole day so I was catching up on being social.
The first thing I did was send a check-up text to Natalie. I haven't had time to talk to her since the incident. Then I replied to a message Cyrus sent me earlier. I had to catch up on the three new gifs that Adam sent me by sending three more. Then I finally opened Declan's messages.
10:20 AM
>>Good morning Row Row
1:13 PM
>> Cyrus told me you were going to the station. When should I come to break you out?
4:50 PM
>>So no break out? I'm boreeeeeed.
8:33 PM
>> At the great risk of sounding clingy ... I miss you or whatever.
I smiled at that last one before typing out my message.
11:52 PM
<< I knew you were obsessed with me ;) I'm home now, no need for a breakout. Thanks for thinking of me though.
His reply came three minutes later.
11:55PM
>> Still thinking about you.
I let out a small breath of laughter.
<< Come see me then. I'll sneak you through the window.
I was kidding of course.
>> Address.
It was no longer kidding of course.
It's just that it was late and if dad caught a boy in my room that would be the end of us both. I sent him my address anyway and he didn't respond for fifteen minutes.
But that was when I heard tapping at my window. I pulled the curtain back and there was Declan sitting on the roof right outside the glass.
I turned the latch and pulled the window up. "How did you know this was my room?"
"Because it was the only window with a light on," He said as he climbed through. I was shutting the window closed while he looked around.
I had to speed clean before he got here. The mess was mainly clothes thrown around so all I had to do was shove them into my closet and throw some wrappers away. His eyes explored the walls and then he looked at me.
