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Hope you like.

You waited an hour in front of the school. Rachelle never appeared.

She must be doing something.

Walking it is.

Finally having reached your house after an excruciating long walk under the blazing sun, sweat falling from your forehead and legs about to give in; you saw your car parked on the driveway, and entering, Rachelle was comfortably dressed on the couch, watching television while eating ice cream.

The sight infuriated you.

You slammed the door shut.

This uncompassionate...inconsiderate...

So many words and scenarios passed through your mind.

Gritting your teeth and hands turning into fists, you passed her by, heading straight to your room.

You don't want to talk or even look at her.

Having taken a shower to get rid of your skin's stickiness because of the sweat thanks to the extreme heat, you sat on your bed and started doing homework.

Should you try to visit Jeremy?

In the process of answering history questions, your cellphone went off.

You grabbed it and looked to see it was a text from an unknown number.

Hey.

You ignored it. Until it went off again.

Don't ignore me (Y/N).

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Then, you replied.

Who's this?

Instant answer.

It's Vincent :)

Your eyes widened.

How did you get my number?

Not placing the cellphone down, you waited.

Rachelle gave it to me.

Rachelle gave it to him? Impossible.

You squinted your eyes at the screen.

How may I help you?

There's no need to be so formal :) Just wanted to talk to you since I'm stuck at home bored.

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