She was definitely pissed.

“spencer what the fuck is your problem?” she yells letting her jealousy get the better of her. I just raised my hand to silence her.

“don’t.” I say ready to leave. She stands with her arms now folded as if her pouting would really change the situation.

“I’m going to class now with them. If you want to talk to me then you will wait until I have something to say or until I actually care to hear what you want to say.” Her mouth drops to the floor. I never go against her.

Zoey just smirks and I hear the others snicker as we make our way towards the building. I feel zoey link our hands together as she screams back at a now sulky Rachel. “if I were you I wouldn’t hold your breath rach!” and turns to blow her a kiss of her own.

It’s like the drama never ends with these girls.

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We pull up to school and I look up.

La county high school for the performing arts

God this place could be like hell sometimes. I mean don’t get me wrong I loved being able to study dance and work on my music but that stuff only came in the afternoon. Morning classes were a bitch. That’s where I had to listen to all the fake people around me go on and on about what ivy league school they were going to and how they would major in business and blahhhh bullshit. Who goes to art school to learn about business! I guess that was what they mant when they told me anyone could find a place her. The lazy rich kids who only showed up to get the basics in math and science while kids like me showed up to actually work on our passion for performing.

Yes, I was rich but I was never lazy. Except for when it comes to changing out of our “normal” class uniform into our regular clothes for our afternoon block. I mean really what’s the point of making us wear uniforms for half of the day? Its art school damn it!!!

I must have been going on to long because I see a pair of hands snapping in front of my face.