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I walk into History with my headphones already in. I quickly sit at my desk and hope that the Troublesome Three aren't here today.

"Aww look at Imogeeeeeen!" The redhead points at me.

"Her eyes are soooo puffy and it looks like she's been crying!" Amy adds. Before she started talking, Kyle had walked in and sat in his usual seat.

"What?" The jock says. "Did little Imogen find out that she wasn't good enough for little Kyle?"

"So thaaaaat's why she looks like she's tried every drug in the world!" Amy adds, right before the bell rings. Then everybody sits down.

I could feel a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks, but I was quick to wipe them off. I had done enough crying this weekend. Then Kyle turns to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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"Okay class, everybody listen up. You now have one week until your performances. Now get together with your partner and start practicing! Don't let me down!" Mrs. Jensen says.

Almost immediately, Kyle walks up to me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." I reply.

"Is Avery always so... I don't know... Uhm. Nevermind."

"No, tell me, it's okay." I say, with a little cringe. Even though I didn't want to talk about Avery, I want to know what he thinks about her.

"Well you know we had a date on Saturday, right?"

"Oh yeah! How was that?" I ask, calm on the outside but my insides fuming.

"Well, half of the time she was talking bad about you," I gasp. "And the other half, she was trying to kiss me."

"Oh. Well that's Avery for ya." I reply through gritted teeth.

"I thought she was cool though. We're going on a second date at-"

"Hey Imogen?" A boy whose name I don't know interrupts Kyle's sentence. I turn to look at him.

"Yes?"

"My name is Jay, and I just wanted to let you know that I think you're really pretty." He says as he shakes my hand.

Before I get a chance to answer, Kyle answers for me.

"Um, excuse me, we were talking." Kyle says in a rude tone.

"Jay, don't listen to him, I'm sorry." I say, looking at Kyle from the corner of my eye. "But thank you very much, you're very sweet." And with that, he was off.

"Kyle, really? For the first time like, EVER, someone called me pretty. And you, well you were just rude to him." I tell him, a bit annoyed.

"I'm sorry, okay? He just interrupted me." He replies.

"Okay fine!" I say back.

"Look, maybe I did get a little mad because I... Well, uhm, I, uh nevermind."

"Okay." I reply, not asking to tell me what he was going to say. I wasn't in the mood to argue with him.

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Ring! Ring!

The doorbell rings.

That must be Kyle. I told myself before slowly opening the door.

"Hey" I say as soon as I see Kyle's face.

"Hey! Uhm, listen. We have a problem." Kyle states.

"WE, have a problem?"

"Yes. You see, I know we're supposed to practice and all today... buuuuuut my friends are in town and if we wanna practice, we have to practice at their hotel room, you know, with them. They're only here for 4 days and I really want to h-"

I cut Kyle off.

"Say no more. I understand. I'll do it. But, who's visiting?"

"Some members of My Digital Escape."

I feel my heart flutter...