Chapter 8

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"How could you!" I yell.

"How could I what?"

"You went through my phone and texted Scott back."

"Yeah, so?"

"'So?'" I almost laugh. "You were rude to him!"

I take a deep breath. I can tell that Logan is enjoying this.

"You can't do that! I don't know you, and we're not even friends." I don't even think about what I said.

"Oh." Is all that he says, he doesn't look at me and as I study his face, I realize he's not very happy.

"Can you leave?" He snaps.

I flinch, and I run back to my room.

I don't know why I yelled at him, or why he said that to me. Logan is yelling now, and I don't care. But he will get in trouble for having someone over.

I realize that I should call Scott to clear everything up.

I type in his number and listen to the ringing.

"Hello?"

"Scott?"

"Hey."

"Uhm, can we talk?"

"Yeah..."

"About those messages..."

"It's fine." He cuts me off. "We started talking the other day, I don't expect us to be really close."

"No, that's not it."

"Then?"

"I didn't send them."

"Then who did?"

"Uhm... William," I struggle.

"Why was he there?" He sounds a bit hurt.

"He came to see Logan. I left my phone on my nightstand and left for a while, he just... He wasn't supposed to touch my things. I'm sorry."

"Your phone was in your room?"

"Yeah..."

"And he was in there too."

"Yeah," I say without thinking. "But-"

"That's nice."

"Scott..."

"I have to go," he sighs. "I'll see you at school."

He hangs up before I even say goodbye.

Is he mad?

"Hermione?"

I look up, William stands in the doorway.

"Yeah?" I mumble.

"I'm sorry for what I did," he says, and I don't believe him at all.

"It's fine," I say, but it comes out more like a question.

"I just... I wanted to clear that up."

I nodded.

He starts to walk away, but I stop him.

"You really don't get it do you?"

"Get what?"

"I-"

"William, you have to go!" Logan runs in. "Our parents want to talk about winter break."

He brushes Logan off. "Hermione, keep going."

"William, go!" Logan pushes him.

"We'll talk later," he looks at me and I nod. "See you tomorrow."

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