"Why are you so concerned?", I throw the question at him out of frustration
"Because I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you".
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In the midst of her meticulously controlled life and unwavering pursuit of Ivy League...
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2nd week of school
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I swung open the door. I am met by her retreating figure, is standing in the corner with her head bend low.
"Hey" I wave at her. She stares at me for a while as if an alien waved at her. God I didn't knew I look so bad. I wait for her to say anything but she doesn't. Shrugging I walk away from her.
"Thank you" she whispers when I was about to stride forward. Turning around, I stand by her, trying my best to remember why she is saying thank you out of sudden. It has been my second week of school, and why the hell I remember is because I am counting each day and waiting for weekend to come sooner.
"You don't have to" I tell her "I wasn't really enjoying Mr.David's lecture- he gives me nuts"I explain more. Something about her wants me to keep talking to her, whether her ability to listen or what.
" thank you for saving me that day"
She doesn't say anything again and starts leaving.
" stop " I call her
" where is Max?" I inquire, she stares at me again. The same silence covering us, after awhile as if sensing something she leaves.
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