Quick recap-
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Maya looked at me and crossed her arms and raised brows at me.
"explain." She said.
God save me!!
The bell rang and saved me.
Yippee.
She mouthed me 'later'.
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CHAPTER-3
AMELIA STEWARTS'S POV-
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
God save me!
Poke.
I turned my face and looked at the boy smiling innocently at me.
Ashton freaking Ryder.
"What?" I hissed.
"Do you have a pencil?" He asked.
"Do you think me fool or do I look like one, huh?" I asked, actually snapped.
"No, you look like a hot girl when you are angry. You know that?" he said and winked and placed his palm under his chin and sighed dramatically. I poked a finger at him.
"You-." My history teacher cut in between perfect timing Miss.!!
"Care to tell the class, which important topic you two were discussing."
She snapped.
"Sorry Mrs. Smith. He was disturbing me." I hung my head low.
"What disturbance did you create Mr. Ryder, this time?" she glared at both of us.
"Amelia if it wasn't you I would have punished you two hard." She said with a sigh.
"Well anyways, next time it will not be tolerated!" She said and continued to whatever she was writing on the board.
I buried my face in my hands.
God, this is my first scolding.
Mrs. Smith claps her hands to gain attention.
"Alright class. I want to make an announcement. So this is all about a project which you have to submit on the end of the year. So basically this project have your 35% of scoring, other 5% are for your behavior and how much attention you pay, and lastly rest are based on your pen-paper test." She said. O god! 35% it's very much. I guess.
No dumb it IS very much.
Yeah yeah.
"So without wasting time, I ask you all to switch your seats with those whom you want to be partnered. And yeah I will give you just five minutes, from now, and yeah after this whole year you cannot change your seats. So go this is your last chance. And yeah, when I say freeze that means, the time is over and un-settled will have to sit as I make them sit. Understand! Now shuffle." She said and desperately watched her watch. I looked at Sandra. She looked at me. I shoved my things in my bag pack immediately and stood up.
But Ashton caught my arms and pulled me back and I stumbled back and fell, not on the seat, I fell on his lap.
His freaking lap.
I wiggled out, but see everything is on its place, me on his lap, and he on his seat and class shuffling.
For a moment I looked in his eyes and went deep.
YOU ARE READING
She is my hoodie girl. ✔️
Teen Fiction"Umm.. You know what Angel? Your body smells like rose. Your hoodie smells like lavender and you. Urgh" He groaned and I blushed of the position we are standing focused my gaze at ground. "Let me check again." He smirked and lifted my chin and ten...
