Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 81

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Angelina’s POV

The bell rang, cutting through Mr. Harrison’s lecture about polynomial equations. First period was finally over.

Everyone started packing up their stuff. Notebooks slammed shut, pencils ot shoved into backpacks, zippers zipped. The usual end-of-class

chaos.

“Don’t forget, second period is the Spirit Week assembly!” Mr. Harrison called out over the noise. “Head straight to the gym!”

Around me, people were already buzzing about it.

“Dude, I’m so ready for Spirit Week.”

“Think they’ll actually make Spirit Week fun this year?”

“Who knows. This is my first one here.”

I stuffed my algebra textbook into my backpack. The thing was already falling apart at the seams. I really needed to clean out my locker.

Logan leaned over from the desk next to mine. “Yo, Aria, you signing up for any of the competitions?”

“Maybe.”

“Which ones?”

“Dunno yet.”

He grinned. “You should do the relay race. I bet you’d smoke everyone.”

I shrugged. I’d already decided to skip Monday’s stuff. Wednesday and Friday looked more interesting.

The classroom emptied fast. People headed to their lockers or the bathrooms. Some grabbed water bottles. Groups of friends clustered in the

hallway, all hyped about the assembly.

I walked out into the hallway and headed toward the stairwell. I needed to grab something from my locker before the assembly started.

That’s when I saw Silas.

He was leaning against the wall near the stairs, arms crossed, watching the crowd pass by. When he spotted me, his eyes lit up.

I kept walking, but he pushed off the wall and fell into step beside me.

“Hey, master,” he said.

I stopped. Crossed my arms. Looked at him.

“Don’t call me that.”

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“But you said-

“I said I’d consider teaching you. I didn’t say you could go around calling me master.

Silas grinned. “Fair enough. But I’m still gonna call you that.”

I stared at him. His expression was eager, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

This kid was really going to be annoying, wasn’t he?

“Why did you transfer to my class?” I asked.

“Because Wesley told me to.”

“Wesley?”

“The Delta warrior who’s been training me. He fought in the Pack Wars. He knows about werewolf abilities and power levels and all that stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Silas shifted his weight. “I told him about what happened at the bowling alley. About your spatial manipulation. How strong it was.”

“Okay.”

“He said your power level is way above mine. Like, way above. And he told me if I didn’t try to learn from you, I’d regret it for the rest of my

life.”

I didn’t say anything.

Silas continued. “So I transferred schools. Got into your first period class. And I’m gonna keep asking until you agree to teach me.”

I studied him for a moment. He was serious. No joke in his eyes.

“Fine,” I said.

His face lit up. “Really?”

“But you have to pass a test first.”

“What kind of test?”

“I’ll tell you later. But if you fail, you stop following me around. Deal?”

Silas straightened up. “Deal. I swear, if I’m not good enough, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Good.”

I turned and kept walking toward the gym.

Behind me, I heard Silas mutter to himself. “I’m not gonna fail. No way.”

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The gymnasium was packed.

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Students poured in through all the entrances, filling up the bleachers. The freshmen sat on the bottom rows, sophomores in the middle, juniors and seniors at the top. Teachers stood along the walls, making sure nobody got too wild.

I found a spot near the middle of the freshmen section and sat down. Mia plopped down next to me a minute later.

“This better be good,” she said. “I heard assemblies here can drag on forever.”

“It’s just announcements.”

“Yeah, but don’t they make it like an hour long?”

The cheerleading squad was already down on the gym floor, stretching and practicing their routine. Their uniforms were bright red and white-

school colors-and they had pom-poms in both hands.

A few minutes later, the student council members walked out to the center of the floor. The president, some senior named Elliott, grabbed a

microphone.

“Alright everyone, settle down!”

The noise level dropped. Not silent, but quieter.

Principal Davis walked out next. His bald head reflected the gym lights. He was smiling, which meant he was in a good mood.

“Good morning, Roseville High!” he said into his microphone.

A few people clapped. Most just waited.

“As you all know, this week is Spirit Week! We’ve got some exciting activities planned, and I want to see all of you participating and showing

your school spirit!”

More polite clapping.

Principal Davis kept talking for another few minutes about school pride and community and all that stuff adults say when they’re trying to get teenagers excited about something.

Then he handed the microphone back to Elliott.

“Alright, so here’s the schedule for this week,” Elliott said. “Monday is Athletic Day. Wear your jerseys or workout gear. We’re also doing some

fun competitions Monday afternoon-relay races, tug-of-war, obstacle courses. Sign-up sheets are in the main office.”

People around me started whispering..

“I’m doing the relay race.”

“Tug-of-war is gonna be lit.”

“Think we can beat the juniors?”

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Elliott continued. “Tuesday is Twin Day. Find someone and dress the same Wednesday is Decades Day-pick your favorite decade and dress up. Thursday is Color Wars-each grade gets assigned a color, and you gotta war that color all day. And Friday is School Spirit Day-wear as much red and white as you can.”

The cheerleaders started their routine. Music blasted through the speakers. They did their flips and jumps and formations, pom-poms flying everywhere.

Everyone clapped when they finished.

Then came the cheering competition. Each grade had to yell as loud as they could. Freshmen went first, then sophomores, then juniors, then seniors.

The seniors won.

After that, the assembly wrapped up. Principal Davis said a few more words about respecting school property and being good citizens or whatever. Then the bell rang.

Everyone started filing out of the gym.

Mia stood up and stretched. “You signing up for any of the Monday stuff?”

“Nah.”

We headed back toward the main building with the crowd.

That’s when I felt it. Someone watching me.

I glanced to the side. Silas was a few feet away, looking right at me.

I raised an eyebrow. He nodded.

Right. The test.

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