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𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭. For Angel, instead of letting circumstances dictate her path, she chose to take charge. While her approach might not have been the most conventional, she was enjoying every moment of her newfound independence.
The brunette made a firm decision to stop putting up with nonsense from anyone and embraced her inner strength. It wasn't about changing her appearance with hair dye or tattoos; it was about transforming her mindset. She carried herself with more confidence, became more sociable, and even though she was single—which she despised—she found herself being more flirtatious.
Cory was desperate to talk to Angel when he spotted her at school. "Babe, please talk to me," He was puzzled about why he didn't pull away when Naveed kissed him, but deep down, he knew he loved Angel and was willing to do whatever it took to win her back.
The brunette sighed as she looked at the boy she still had feelings for, noticing how rough he appeared. Cory had dark circles under his eyes and seemed like he had been crying, which tugged at Angel's heartstrings. Despite her feelings, she steeled herself and decided it was time to confront him after he had kissed someone else.
"Cory, I'm not your babe anymore," she said in a low, tense voice. "You kissed someone who isn't your girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now. So now's probably not a good time to talk to me!" Angel's words were sharp as they stood in the playground, waiting for Mr. Qureshi's memorial service to begin.
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away to join her two best friends, Nas and Missy. Angel hadn't shared the news of her breakup with them, knowing they were dealing with their own issues, including Mrs. Paracha's catfishing drama.
"Does that mean we can talk about me now? It's Aaron," Missy said quietly, linking her arm with Angel and Nas's. "He told me he loved me," Missy said with a frown, recalling her boyfriend's words that had upset her. Nas chuckled at what she thought was a silly reason to be mad, but she also felt for her brother, who was unaware of the depth of Missy's trust issues.
"At least your boyfriend didn't cheat on you," Angel blurted out without thinking. She didn't want to bring up her own breakup, especially since Nas was still close with Naveed, and she aimed to avoid any awkwardness. Both girls shot her outraged looks, knowing how much the couple cared for each other.
After awkwardly explaining what had happened last night it seemed like the school day was dragging on. Nothing exciting happened until Angel spotted Missy storming down the hallway, clearly furious. She caught up with the blonde, who explained that Riz had blabbed about Hayley and their intimate moments, and Missy was not pleased at all.
When Angel heard that Riz had spilled the beans about Hayley's private moments, she felt just as furious as Missy. Hayley was like a sister to her, and on top of that, she had a bit of a grudge against Riz since he was best friends with her ex-boyfriend.
"I want a word with you, If Riz says owt else about my sister, it won't just be his neck he has to worry about!" Missy yelled when she spotted Alya, Riz's twin sister. Alya looked completely disgusted to be near Missy, which only fueled Angel's anger even more.
"Riz and Hayley? As if he'd go anywhere near that skank," Alya laughed, dismissing the two girls. That was the last straw for Angel, who couldn't stand the disrespect. In a flash, she slapped Alya hard, determined to defend the Booth sisters and their strong family bond.
Alya yelped in surprise and pain, her anger flaring as she reached for Angel's neck. But the noise drew the attention of a nearby teacher, causing the students to scatter in a panic to avoid getting caught in the chaos.
Just then, an unfamiliar hand grabbed Angel and pulled her into a nearby classroom to keep her out of trouble. She was about to express her gratitude when she realized it was Cory. Instinctively, she tried to leave, but he gently held her back, pressing her against the door. The close proximity made her heart race, and despite their recent breakup, she felt a wave of longing for him.
Just when Angel was ready to yell at the boy and tell him to leave, Cory kissed her. She hesitated for a second but then melted into the kiss, thinking to herself that her plan to change was already slipping away.
Cory's hand tangled in her hair while the other held her neck, as if he was determined to keep her close. Angel's hands slipped under his shirt, exploring his skin, while Cory's lips moved down her neck, sucking gently. The unexpected pleasure made her moan, prompting Cory to cover her mouth to keep things quiet.
Neither of them really understood why they were kissing, but it felt right in the moment. Angel didn't suddenly forgive him or want to rekindle their relationship, but it was definitely a step in a different direction.
The Wilson boy found himself getting a little too comfortable, his hands exploring the curves of the girl in front of him. In the midst of their playful entanglement, Angel's hands had somehow slipped from beneath his shirt to playfully tug at his hair, eliciting a low groan from him. Just as Cory was about to slide his hands under the girl's skirt, reality hit hard when the classroom door swung open. The sudden intrusion sent the teens scrambling apart, their hearts racing as they turned to see who had caught them in the act.
"I think some people have forgotten where they are," Mr. Bell, with a bemused expression, turned to Mr. Simpson. He glanced at the two blushing teens, who were now trying to regain their composure. Angel was avoiding eye contact with the teachers, her cheeks flushed, while Cory hurriedly tucked his shirt back in, the very same shirt that had just moments ago been the focus of Angel's playful hands. The atmosphere shifted from one of youthful mischief to a tense awareness of their surroundings, leaving the air thick with embarrassment.
