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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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Caroline smiled genuinely " Alright" she agreed and with that she told him goodbye and made her way to class she silently opened the door

"Nice of you to join us Mrs woods" Mrs Evans said and Caroline sat down

Brad wanted to say something snarky to the teacher, but he was already in enough trouble as is. After pummeling Felix, he was in deep trouble. He didn't want any more. He quickly wrote a note, tossing it over to Caroline. 'Where were you?'

She looked at the note rolling her eyes she wrote in the back' with a friend why do you care?' she wrote before handing I back to him

He frowned, and started to write something down. Though he got the evil eye from their teacher. So he stopped, setting the pen and paper aside. He'd have to answer her after class.

Class seemed to.fly by to Caroline because before she knew it the bell was ringing and Caroline was leaving the room.

"Caroline wait!" He called quickly packing his bag, trying to follow her. He was attempting to zip his backpack up and run out after her.

Caroline sighed turning around to face him " what is it Brad?" She asked

"Mrs. Evans was giving me a stare down. I wanted to tell you why I cared." He said quietly, as if not to be overheard.

She closed her eyes walking over to him " well"? She asked

"I'm worried about you, I care about you, I want to be there for you. And I'm sorry I left you earlier." He whispered holding her face in his hand.

She sighed " but your reputation comes first?" She asked

"No- the fact that I may be expelled and won't be here comes first. I won't be able to help you." He said softly.

" then maybe you should stop helping me" she pointed out not.meeting his eyes.

Brad was getting tired of her attitude. It was overly frustrating him, because she wouldn't tell him what was going on. He was just done with it, but he wasn't going to leave. "I don't want to, but you aren't giving me much of a choice."

" let's face it Brad you'll start to see all my mistake all my flaws and you'll start to see I'm not the perfect girl next door and then you'll leave" she said her nails cutting into her palms.
(Goodnight sleep well!)

"Who told you that? Who told you that you were the perfect girl? It certainly wasn't me." He replied, hovering above her. He wanted to have the higher ground, and as they spoke, he did.

"Everyone They assume they know me No one knows me" she said.

"When have I Caroline?" He asked, emphasizing the word I. He was trying not to snap at her.

" I don't know but I'm sure you've thought it" she said.

"Maybe before I talked to you." He replied taking her hand in his. "But I've talked to you, and I know nobody is perfect."

She looked at thier hands then at him with soft eyes and a quivering bottom lip

"Especially me. I'm far from perfect." He whispered lacing their finger together.

She ran her thumb over the knuckle on his thumb refusing to look in his eyes.

"You know I'm not, I've screwed up with you." He said soft, using his other hand to tilt her chin up.