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"I have a problem.
The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.
That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I woul...
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A KNOCK ON my door makes me freeze from sending yet another spamming message. Should probably thank the intruder because I'm looking dumb right now.
My eyes widen as I rise up from my seat and hide Eva's phone underneath the cushion. I grab my phone instead and throw myself on my bed.
"What?" I lazily ask.
"Can I come in?" Jeremiah asks from outside.
"It's not allowed for girls." I stifle a smile.
"Haha," he fake laughs and barges in, his figure standing in front of the door, crossing his arms.
I look up and glare at his sudden entrance (a look that would make people blush and avert their eyes away), clearly showing him an expression that's saying, I was not joking. "What do you want?"
Jeremiah stares into my eyes and nods multiple times. He raises one eyebrow at me as I lay my chin on the palm of my hand and stare at him carelessly, not getting where this is going.
He leans in. "I know everything." Jeremiah crosses his arms and shifts his weight on a leg, trying to look like he's not scared at all—which he kind of is.
I try to keep a blank expression on my face, but can't help it and burst out laughing. "Right," I smile widely at him as if he was my child. "Go back and play with your dollies or something."
He groans, "This is not tolerable!" Jeremiah stomps angrily and closes the door quite harshly with his foot.
"Woah." I furrow my eyebrows at him. "You know this is wood, right?" I point at the door.
"I know everything, will you act maturely?"
I look up at him, unaffected.
"I know about the phone," he whispers through gritted teeth. "You've been keeping it a secret for like, what, two months? I know you have it."
I completely lose my tongue. The blood in my veins is boiling, and I want nothing more than to grab his neck and squeeze it until he's out of breath.
How the fuck did he find out?
"I know," Jeremiah repeats again. "You better watch yourself or I will tell—"
Adrenaline clicked the on button.
I jump out of my comfortable position and hover over Jeremiah's small, short body with a dead look. He gulps as I grab his shirt with both hands and push him against the door I'm positive I heard it crack.
