Where Are You?

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Jaime P.O.V
Once I saw Marisa run out of the room, I knew she was upset. I knew I shouldn't have told the guys about her cutting. What if she cuts again? "Marisa, come back!" Kellin and I'm guessing her friends yelled. Before I could ask Kellin why he was here, he ran after Marisa. "S***! I knew I shouldn't have said anything to the guys." I mumbled under my breath. "What's wrong with Marisa?" One of her friends asked worried. "What did you do to her?" The other friend asked me angrily. "I told the guys what happened earlier when I met her." I tell them. "Oh and by the way who are you guys?" I asked. "What happened earlier, and I'm Esperanza and she's Ale." Esperanza told me. "Oh, nice to meet you guys and um when I went to the park, I saw Marisa cutting and that's what I was telling the guys right now. She heard me I'm guessing." I explain to the both of them. "Wait, she's cutting again? I thought she stopped three months ago." Ale said sounding disappointed in Marisa. "Guys what's wrong with Marisa?" Vic asked while coming out of the room. Ale seemed to be starstruck by seeing Vic. "I think she heard me telling you guys that she cut. I knew she wouldn't want me to tell you guys." I tell him while looking down. "Oh, sorry man. We probably shouldn't have kept bugging you about how you two met." Vic said. "It's fine. Can you just help us find her?" I asked him. "Us?" He asked me. "Yeah, this is Esperanza and this is Ale. Their Marisa's friends." I explained to him. "Nice to meet you guys." Vic said while smiling at them but, I think he was looking more at Ale. "N-Nice to meet you too Vic." Ale said. "So you're a fan?" Vic asked her. "Yeah, well we both are." Ale tells Vic. "Listen guys, I'm really worried about Marisa, so can we introduce ourselves later and look for her?" I tell them. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Where do you think she went?" Vic asked. "She likes going to the woods behind the park." Esperanza told us. "Okay let's look there." I say as we all run to the park.

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