Sparks

Chapter 43: "... You deserve to know."

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"What's wrong?" I saw Claude already in tears. Why is she crying? Does she feel bad about my father?

"Hey, no need to cry," I said as I wiped her tears.

I could hear her mumble, "I'm sorry, Claude."

Why is she saying sorry to herself?

"Whether you believe me or not, I'm just going to say it," Claude took a deep breath, "this is all my fault. I shouldn't have entered your life."

I was confused, "what are you talking about?"

"I was sent to save you from Martin. At first, I thought I had to make you fall in love with me, but it doesn't matter," Claude shrugged, "I shouldn't have entered your life if I knew your father would end up like this."

I'm so confused about where this conversation is going. Maybe Claude is tired and all. I chuckled and patted her back, "you must be tired, let's go back to sleep."

"No, you're not listening to me."

I shook my head, "I'm confused, Harris. You're talking gibberish-"

"I'm. Not," Claude clenched her fists. Is she drunk or something?

"Can you take me seriously? Please?" She begged, "this is all my fault."

"I don't follow," I said.

"Martin will never change even until you live over twenty years, so I'm here to help you cancel your arrangement," Claude explained, "without that excuse, I couldn't possibly get closer to the cheer captain."

Claude noticed my confused face, "I- I don't understand."

I don't.

Okay, let's say I believe Claude. Who sent her? Why her? Why is she saying it's her fault for my father's death? Does she have something to do with my father's death? Her statement must have proof for me to believe her.

I saw Claude chuckle and say, "I do have proof."

"I'm sorry?" She did not just read my mind.

"I gained a superpower from someone who sent me to you," Claude took my hand, "try to think of something, and I'll say it back."

I laughed a little. I think this is silly.

"It's not silly, Joy," Claude gave me a severe look.

I cleared my throat and thought inside my head.

I love you.

"You love me."

I raised an eyebrow. It must be a lucky guess, right?

"If yoy think that was a lucky guess. Then, think of something that I don't know."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, "O- okay."

I thought of something.

My mother dated my father in high school.

"Your mother dated your father in high school."

I leaned back.

"H- how did you-" I stuttered.

"Think of something again."

And I did.

My ex's name is Micheal.

"Your ex's name is Micheal."

I want to be a valedictorian.

"You want to be a valedictorian."

I hate my brother so much.