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-ZE STORY-

Selena's POV

It's Sunday evening and I'm all ready to go to Funville to bust that bitch that's cheating on Miss Munroe. I just don't get how someone could hurt someone as amazing as her. Walking out of the door, I grab a pen and notepad. On it, I write:

"Tell her, or she sees these. DON'T EVEN MENTION THIS NOTE OR SHE SEES THESE AND YOU'LL GET FAR WORSE."

Last night, I came up with a plan. Tonight's the night when I follow through. I exit the door, camera and note in hand, and get into my car.

Funville isn't far from my house, so I get there within 10 minutes. I arrive at 6:54, that's good because I wanted to arrive a few minutes before 7 so that I could get pictures of them greeting each other. Surely there's going to be some intimate stuff then.

I hide behind a tree near the entrance and wait, my camera in my right hand, ready to capture their little moment. Finally, I see Jennifer arrive. Not long after, another female arrives and walks up to Jennifer. She's pretty, but not as gorgeous as Miss Munroe. WHY DO I KEEP COMPARING PEOPLE TO HER? No, but really, who could cheat when they're with Miss Munroe? I mean, who could cheat under any circumstances? It's just horrible.

I grab my camera and put it to my eye. Yes, put it to my eye, that means it's an old camera, but if I wanted an instant picture to hold in my hands, I had to use an old timey one that quickly shoots one out. I didn't even remember these things existed until I found it in the attic last night.

Sure enough, there is some intimacy. It makes me gag. How could someone do that? Remembering what I'm here for, I take two pictures of them kissing and two more of Jennifer looking down at the woman in her arms. I wait a few moments until I have all pictures fully developed and in hand. Then, I take two pictures and pin the note to them. Then, I put the two extra ones in my pocket. I needed them in case she didn't do what I tell her to.

I wait until she goes inside and sits at a table to follow them in. In a few moments, they get out of their seats to go order and I take that time to coolly place the two pictures with the note on their table. I go all the way across the room and wait to make sure that she gets them. A few minutes later she and her little date sit back at their table and by the look on Jennifer's face, they both see the pictures. I hurriedly duck and rush out of the place as she begins to look around the room.

When I get into my car I release a breath that I forgot I was holding. Boy, am I glad she didn't see me.

THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up earlier than I usually do. I'm hoping to talk to Miss Munroe before class today. I mean, of course I don't want to see her hurt, I just want to know if Jenniwhore told her the truth or not. Miss Munroe deserves the truth. And she was there to comfort me with my breakup, so I want to comfort her. Though, I know that'd be kind of weird for a student to comfort their teacher, but I just need to. I want to.

"Good morning Mom," I greet as I walk into the kitchen after getting ready. I'm dressed in white and blue striped shirt with red skinny jeans that I pulled up a bit at the bottom, and white TOMS.

"Good morning. Tell me, is Mr. Prez coming over?" My mom asks. She's trying to joke about me wearing red, white, and blue today. I know I'm dressed like an American or British flag, but hell, it looks good.

"Whatever mom, don't hate," I chuckle as I make myself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I love this cereal.

"Who's got you all cheerful this morning? Trying to impress a boy?" she teases. Why does it have to be a boy I'm trying to impress?

"Nope. Just felt like getting dolled up this morning," I lie. I want to look good for Miss Munroe. I mean, now wouldn't be the time, if she's going to be hurt and all, but I don't even mean to anymore. It's like every time I wake up my brain tells me to look nice because I'm going to see her. "Plus, Justin and I just broke up."

"I've always known you only liked him as a friend though, so I wouldn't be surprised if you'd already found someone else."

My jaw drops open. "H-how'd you know?"

"Mothers know best," she says. I'm really worried that she may have caught on to my sexuality.

"Anything else my mother would happen to know?"

"I don't think so. Get to school," she says and I finish up my breakfast and head out after saying goodbye.

I hate how worried I got earlier at the thought of my mom figuring out my sexuality. It's who I am. I shouldn't be embarrassed. Maybe it's time I talk to someone about this.

Soon enough I pull up at the school and see that I'm the first person to park in the "Reserved for Students" section. Great, I'm the first student here. This should be interesting, eh?

I walk up the steps on the outside of the school, just to have to walk up even more steps in the inside. There's an elevator, but you're not able to use it unless you're not able to walk up stairs. I heard teachers can use it as well, but that's not confirmed. The thing is, I hate stairs and I don't even know why we have so many at my house. We need an elevator. I'll need to talk to my mom about that some day.

Finally, after an overdramatic trip up the stairs, I reach the Junior and Senior class floor. Wasting no time, I make my way to Miss Munroe's room.

What I see when I arrive in front of Miss Munroe's classroom as I look though the small window on the door shocks me. Miss Munroe doesn't look sad at all; she's actually smiling and talking to Mr. Tunis. Unless she's very good at keeping things hidden, I'm guessing that she's not hurt because Jenniwhore hasn't told her yet. I'll give that b-word another day. One more day or I'm taking this in my own hands.

I knock on the door and within milliseconds I hear Miss Munroe yelling to come in. Her voice gives me butterflies. Selena what the heck is wrong with you? I open the door and receive smiles from her and Mr. Tunis. He doesn't look too happy to see me. In fact, he looks annoyed. Whatever, I'm not here for that guy. The person I'm here for is smiling widely at me and that's all that matters. Gosh, she's so beautiful. Everything about her gives me butterflies. I'm just so happy that she's not hurt. I mean, yeah I don't want her to be cheated on, but I don't want to have to see her hurt. It's the right thing to do Selena.

"Selena, you're here early, hi," Miss Munroe greets from her desk.

"Hi, yeah, I had to come early today, because my mom has a meeting early this morning and I have to be out of the house before she is, so my mom can make sure that I actually come to school," I say as I sit at my desk in the middle of the room.

"Well, I guess I'll just talk to you later Miss Munroe," Mr. Tunis says as he stands from the desk he's been sitting on.

"Talk to you later Mr. Tunis," Miss Munroe agrees and Mr. Tunis leaves the room, closing the door behind him, leaving just Miss Munroe and I.

A/N: AGAIN THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING MY BEAUTIFUL READERS OUT THERE! I can't thank yall enough gahhh! The next one is coming right after I post this one, but review for the next set please! ...oh and get ready for the next chapter...hint hint... I'm horrible at hints fml. 3 P.S THAT THREE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A HEART BUT I DON'T THINK THEY SHOW UP ON HERE SO GAHH THAT'S WHAT IT IS. LOVE YALLLLL