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Elijah sighed, pulling out his phone. He smiled as he read the texts, hoisting his little sister onto his hip. "Happy Meal?" He asked, laughing when she nodded very enthusiastically.

To: Alex
Message: Hey dude! Sure, gaming sounds fun. Double date on Sunday? -Eli

To: Nikki<3
Message: 'Ello love. Haave fun with Emily, tell her your incredibly handsome boyfriend said hi. Me and COD? You're on. Also, Dinner tonight? Tomorrow be at my place at nine-thirty AM. Yes, it's a Saturday, deal with it! Haha I have a suprise for the beautifulest girl I know. So make sure not to tell Bri. JK, stay beautiful. -Eli

He sent the messages, walking over to the nearby McDonalds. He ordered a Happy Meal for Bri and a mocha for himself. He watched her eat and eventually got a small fry for himself.

He let her play in the playground until it was five minutes before his appointment. "Come on Bri!" He yelled, the little girl not budging from her place in the playground. He walked inside the room, calling for her again. She didn't move one finger.

He crawled in after her, eventually chasing her down the slide and out to the office. He waited until Jack arrived, and sat her in his lap. Usually Victoria would come and take her, but the blonde woman couldn't come during her planning period at the middle school.

"Don't worry bro, it won't be long." He assured Jack, walking into Dr. Wright's office and plopping on the couch. He propped his head up with his palms, grinning with the racoon hat still on his head.

"Do you mind if I make a call? I still haven't talked to my mom." Eli asked, taking the small silence as a yes.

He dialed the Class Manor number, walking out of the room for a minute. "Hello?" The familiar voice of Anna Maria Class came through the phone. "Anna? I need to talk to... Mrs. Class." He struggled to get out the last words, knowing Anna didn't know.

"What's with the "Mrs. Class" ordeal? Has Dad disowned you as well?" Her worry was clear even over the phone.

"Uhm- Anna? I'm not a Class. Your cousin, Flora Fiasoro, is my mother. My father is a detective named Chance Warbler." He explained hoarsely, hearing a silence for at least a few minutes. "Lemme g-get Mom, ok-okay?" Her voice was breaking, and it killed her.

"Mo-Mrs. Class, it's Elijah Warbler." He stated, using his real name in front of her for the first time. "Warbler? Oh right, Elijah. Listen dear, your fath-we are fighting the press about the custody trial and the scandal of your real mother. Your fath-We can't have you live with Mr. Warbler, be prepared for a custody battle." With that, she hung up the phone, leaving Elijah in a white rage.

He burst through the office, steaming. "Why!" He screamed, almost kicking over the couch. "He has to ruin everything! For his dumbass reputation! He's ruining my LIFE! MY HAPPINESS!" He screamed to no one in particular.

He calmed down, looking over to the doctor. "What's wrong with me?"