chapter- 10 ( noah's pov)

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Pov- Noah

I fucked up        I fucked up               but then who did it?
I fucked up        I fucked up               but then who did it?
I fucked up        I fucked up               but then who did it?
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up                WHO DID IT?
I fucked up        I fucked up    
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up
I fucked up        I fucked up

‘ who?’ everyone says the word at the same time.
We were all calm now- well- I was calm now, for the most part. I said a thousand sorry’s to Jordan, begged chloe for her forgiveness but they didn’t even heard my plea before letting it go already.
I’m stupid, so stupid.
Jordan could never, it was fear- true fear on his face. When I showed him the history,it was the fear of confusion, of false accusation.
And he never knew mia.
‘ how many people have your id?’ chloe asks again, pushing aside her curls behind her ear.
Jordan sighs, ‘ impossible to count. I was in a group project ones and my id needed to be shared to many people for project purpose. you all have my id- and almost everyone in my course’
Chloe’s dark eyes judge Jordan,’ and you never cared to change your id?’
He scratches his head,’ I mean – everyone had logged out and deleted- I don’t know. I didn’t think that someone would do –this- I don’t know how many people still have my id, I’ll make a new one for myself now’
‘ can’t we track the person or something?’ jess speaks while sipping warm tea, her eyes look almost green in the night.
Emma speaks,’ I don’t think so. And even if there IS a way to track , we will never know how to’ her eyes shift to mine, ‘ yes?’
I gulp down my own tea,’ yea-yah. What if we make a list of suspects? Who all have your id?’
‘ you all have it but you don’t use it I guess? And hakim and the others don’t use it too. So the remaining are my group members. I’ll check that out tomorrow’ he said.
‘ thanks man’
He grins, I apologize to him with my eyes again.
I’m fucking stupid for suspecting him.
Me, jess, emma, chloe, hakim, rahas, masud- they’re all out of suspects- we all don’t have his id- and no reason to do that.
‘ and keep in mind guys’ chloe says again, ‘ We never know who the real-kill-suspect is’ her last words stutter. She’s very careful of the words she speak.
Everyone nods .

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