Marco's pov
"These words which we have passed between each other may hopefully go unnoticed by your parents."
I stared at her trying to understand what she had just said.
I had finally noticed she was asking a question.
"Yeah, sure, like I care."
I slowly walked back to my bedroom, completely forgetting about my journey to the couch.
The way she spoke was strange, as if she were from the middle ages.
She never specified exactly where she came from.
She didn't have an accent and she looked like a normal blonde.
Long silky but fluffy hair, blue eyes that seem to blend in with swirls of purple, and the vague smile I saw when she pet the cat... Hard to believe she could be so cold as stone.
I kept glances back at the door, I guess just checking to make sure she wasn't a revenge seeker.
I looked down at my phone that sat on my bed.
"Eighteen new texts from Jackie," I whispered, "doesn't that girl know when to stop?"
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