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"You forgot about me?" Alex said, exasperated. "After all we've been through-!" She gestured to both of them, "and you forgot to invite me to your debut?!" Kierra flushed, honestly embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
"I stayed outside the whole night! Do you know how cold it was? I almost got frostbite! A sorry won't just cut it." Alex explained angrily. "It's...it's just-" Kierra tried to explain, but failed. "Just what?" Alex snarled. She was angry; very, very angry.
"I-I can't handle it anymore!" Kierra burst into tears. "I used you, okay! I told my friends, my true friends, that I was just using your friendship to get good grades and they told me 'not to invite the nerd.' I couldn't risk their friendship!"
Alex's angry expression turned flabbergasted. "You used me...in order to impress your friends?! I thought this friendship was special, Kierra! You...you-!" Alex tried to say something bad about her, but it wasn't in her nature. She sighed in an exasperated tone, and turned away from Kierra and towards the corridor to their dorms. "This friendship is over." Alex whispered in a deadly tone. Kierra scrambled away and to the cafeteria. Probably going to be with her real friends. Alex thought in disgust.
And then it hit her-Kierra, despite everything, was her only friend. As a freshman nerd, she hadn't been very social. Thoughts of what she thought was genuine friendship came to her, each one just being more emotional than the last. Alex was kind-hearted in nature, everyone knew and accepted that. And Kierra used that to her advantage. She asked her for her own needs and acted along with it so flawlessly it made her think it was real. But-the ugly truth has to be said-it wasn't.
Tears threatened to spill, and without further thought she ran towards the library to grieve for herself.

Ugh, Charles thought. I've lived through this 4 years ago. Do I have to go through it again? His mind whirred with the symbols. Really, because he was lucky enough to go to a science high school, he only gets headaches when it comes to research and their papers. His batchmates? Not so lucky them usually end up sleeping in class due to the procrastination and their analysis reports.
He sighed and leaned into his chair. The whole class was intended for research and dang it was frustrating. A not so decent number of his class did do their work with their laptops. The others weren't so much diligent.
He closed his eyes and heard the creaky door open. For some reason, the door didn't creak-there's only one person he knows who could do that: himself. He's never heard a student actually push the door open without making a sound that will let the librarian emit a loud shhhh! to the one who entered. Instead, he heard the librarian keep quiet. He opened his eyes as the footsteps came closer. Maybe it was his classmate and he hasn't noticed the no-creak ability they had. He turned his head to the figure passing through, head bent down. He noticed that he or she almost slipped, and heard a familiar voice almost inaudible: "Dang it, Alex, keep yourself together."
Charles turned his head around, this time fully, to be able to see the girl's face. Unfortunately, the girl wasn't who he was expecting-she was definitely familiar, but it wasn't his girlfriend. She was a few inches shorter than him, with black hair and a pale face. The girl who called herself Alex walked to a corner usually uninhabited. Well, when he's there anyway.
Charles went back to his work. For the next few minutes, he was unconcerned about anything outside of him and his research, but when he heard a soft sob from the corner, he turned to the sound.
The black haired girl had a book in her hands and it seemed like she was crying. Charles saw the tears and if he wasn't a bookreader himself, he would've assumed it was from the book, but knowing the feel of it and seeing the far away look in her eyes that did not seem to be focused on the book, he knew she was crying for something else. Feeling pretty confident on his research paper (he had finished it and was only finalizing his), he quietly stood up while keeping his laptop to his bag and brought it with him to the corner with the crying girl.

Dang it, she thinks. I'm so pathetic. It's not the first tine she finds herself thinking about how miserable she is and how she wanted so much to end the pain, but it feels like the first time she was overwhelmed with these thoughts. She continued staring at the book, crying as well so that people won't suspect her crying of anything else. It's completely normal to cry because of a book, right?
It was pretty fine for the first three minutes. She sobbed silently; not too loud to grab anyone's attention. It was only then when her eyes defocused when someone started approaching her.
Her anxiety crept up to her. Oh, no. She thought as she internally panicked. She closed her book and decided to wipe her eyes to obscure her vision with the person approaching and to avoid eye contact.
Unfortunately, her hopes crashed down when she heard a whisper. "Hey, you okay?"
His voice sounded sweet despite the pressurized cabin. The metal tube flying thousands of miles above the air seemed to shake, making her panic, and he saw it. "Hey, you okay?"
She stopped crying for a minute, enveloped in her fragment of imagination. She loved these daydreams, in all honesty. Because she loved the boy in it; but she couldn't recall who it was. Lots of her friends claimed it to be them, but it never matched the picture.
"Alex, right?"
Alex jerked out of her imagination. "Oh, uh...yeah." She looked up to see an almost familiar face. Like she's seen him somewhere...maybe an airport? Or a hotel? She couldn't quite put her finger on it though. Nonetheless, she didn't want to be disturbed, even if it was a good-looking guy who asked her if she was okay.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm...Alex." She said, almost reluctantly. The boys brown hair seemed to intimidate her. He seems nice. She thought. Wouldn't hurt to get to know him.