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Author: Lilah Morgan
last update Last Updated: 2022-05-18 00:49:03

Mischief overload

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Devon

It's been a few silent days between Alexa and I, but that wasn't going to be that way anymore. Not for long anyway.

I let her have her fun, but it was my turn now. I had been watching her lately and even though she seemed calm and collected, laughing with her friends and having fun, she never failed to look back over her shoulder.

Smart girl.

I might have not retaliated at her moves and pranks, but that doesn't mean I wasn't brewing something.

Currently, I was sitting in a Spanish class, listening to a Mr. Louis Hoz- something droning on and on about how it was important to differentiate his/her nouns.

Alexa wasn't in this class, but she was in the next. Chemistry. The best part is, we are partners.

After fifteen minutes of torturous waiting, the bell finally rang, signaling the end of Spanish.

Phew.

I was smirking with glee and excitement. I just couldn't wait to see the look on Alexa's face. The fact that she didn't know exactly when I was
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