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All three girls giggle as I meet et over the fact that I have my own personal driver

He pulls ner leather backpack out of the trunk “I’ll escort you to the administration’s office, Miss Callahan”

“Frank, really, I can handle it Just point ood”

He eyes me skeptically “Are you sure? Mr Callahan would not be pleased if you got lost and were late”

I wink “I can handle it”

Frank smiles sheepishly and looks back at Peyton “I don’t know If Miss Devereaux—”

“Miss Devereaux is too busy with her adoring fans to notice Really, Frank I’ood”

He handsover “Very well Good luck, Miss Callahan”

“Jazz,” I correct

He givesin front of us “Good luck, Jazz The ad The office will be i you I’ll be here to pick you up after school”

“Thanks I have a feeling I’ to need it Have a nice drive back”

He nods “Thank you, miss”

As I walk across the parking lot, I can feel people staring Iive zero fucks what these spoiled brats think of me

I finally h of relief as I ascend the steps into Lincoln Hall That is until I see three sets of eyes, standing off to the side, tracking my every move

Damn