"Chloe?"
"Yes?"
"I just don't understand."
"What? You're good at maths. Because x equals six, y will equal-"
"You know that's not what I mean."
"Oh."
"It's just, I thought you hated him?"
"I don't hate him...Even you don't hate him."
"But you sounded so genuine! Why didn't I see the way you look at him?"
"Because you were busy."
"Doing what?"
"Trying not to notice
The way Will was looking at you."
(Found in the maths block)
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Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
