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Tristan's POV

"Right, so go off to your partners and well... work!" he says, and I roll my eyes. I hate him already.

I walk over to the table where... Lorna or something was sitting by herself. I sat down next to her, and she looks up and smiles.

"Hey redhead." I say and she laughs, looking up to me.

"Hey blondie."

Blondie... really? I could get used to it.

She looks at me, faintly smiles once again before turning back to her textbook and writes a few notes down.

"So what do you want me to do?"

She grabs hold of my textbook and opens it to page 168 and passes the book to me.

"Write down the words in bold and tell me when you're done." Lorna instructed, passing me some lined paper.

I nod as I began to write the words in bold onto the lined piece of paper. I hear a high pitched giggle behind me and I turn to face Macy.

She winks and mouths 'how's psychopath there?' and turns away, back to the blackhaired kid.

"Blondie? You okay?"

I look over to a very frustrated Lorna opposite me.

"Yeah redhead, I'm fine."

"Are you done yet?" she asks. I look to my paper to the book and add some more words before putting my pen down.

"Now I am."

"Good. Now, go to the glossary at the end of the book and find the definitions of the words."

I smile, going over to the glossary and looking over whilst writing the meanings of the words.

"For fuck sake." I hear and I look at Lorna who was staring at a note and scrunched it up and threw it on the floor.

I pick it up and unreveal it under the table, to find a note. It said "You motherfucking psycopath, no one wants you or cares about you. Do us a favour and die."

What the actual... Why would they say this to an innocent girl? I look up to Lorna and back to Macy, who was laughing her head off.

"Why do they call you a psychopath?" I asked her, realizing what I've said.

Oh shit. I wasn't meant to say that. Oh god. It slipped out of my mouth, I swear.

"I didn't mean-"

"It was a joke. They like to do jokes."

"But why such sicking jokes?"

"... Leave it blondie. Are you done?"

But that question kept repeating in his mind.

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