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The late bell for first period rang. I giggled. "What?" Nickoli asked me. I shook my head. "We really need to stop being late for this class. This teacher might end up hating us," I said. He chuckled and a smirk was present on his face. "I doubt that he'll hate us. Come on." He put his hand on the small of my back and opened the door to the classroom. All heads turned in our direction and I wanted to leave. The attention I was getting was uncomfortable. "Why does it always seem you two are the only ones missing from my class most of the time?" Mr. Ford said, looking between the both of us. Something in the back of my head told me this teacher knew something and only wanted to test the theory. Nickoli growled next to me. "I swear-" He began to say, but before he could co