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"we fall in love till we hurt and bleed and fade in time,"

State of Grace; Taylor Swift.

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E L L E

So basically people start to talk about spring dance which makes me grimaced. Spring dance is just a few days because it's already April. I opened up my locker and I found a piece of paper. How can someone open up my locker? I take the paper out and unfolded it.

Spring dance? - Luke.

Oh my God. I looked around and nobody is looking or staring or stalking on me. I feel terrified. Then I saw Luke walking towards his locker. I waved at him apprehensively. He looked confused but walked towards me eventually.

"What is this? This is kind of immature," I said, horrified.

"What? What happen?" he asked, worried. I showed him the paper and he read it. Then, his face turned into a grin.

"What's so funny, young man? That's you right?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'm not this kind of unattractive, if it was me, I'll take you to the opera hall and propose you there," he stated.

God, I love him (for knowing me well).

"What? Then who did this?"

"I don't know." he said, shrugged.

"Come on, Elle. Don't worry... if someone asks you about the dance, I'll see him first for you know... qualification," he said, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"Dude, you're worse than Peter," I snorted.

"I'm just being a good friend," he said, shrugged.

"Fine, fine."

Today's classes quite boring since there's no French and English Literature-which is my favorite subjects. I was writing an essay for Philosophy work since Mr. Hale asked us to hand in before the last class.

"Hi, Elizabeth?" Someone asked. I flinched every time I heard my full name being called. I looked up and Natasha was standing in front of me.

"Elly," I corrected her.

"Oh, okay," she said and muttered other words which I swear I heard she says whatever. Annoying bitch, I muttered silently.

"So what can I help you?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just want to ask about spring dance," she said, shrugged. I raised one eyebrow.

"Spring dance is less than a week, so is there someone asks you about it? I mean someone who wants to be your partner?" she continued.

"No, not at all," I said.

"Oh, don't be sad. I'm sure someone will ask you then," she said, plastered her fake smile at me. I grimaced and continue doing my essay. I got a message from Luke.

Luke
Are you free?

Me
Kind of. Depends on what you want to do then.

Luke
Good, I need your help. Someone asked me about the dance and at the end it writes Elle. Tell me it's you or I'll live in a black hole.

My heart ached. Something's wrong.

Me
What? It wasn't me, I swear.