There's a famous uninhabited mansion in Lark Creek, Virginia where an accident occurred seven years ago. Mysteries surround it, and people say that you'll hear strange noises coming from the inside of the mansion. No one in Lark Creek has the courag...
"I wanna tell you what I'm feeling But I don't know how to start I wanna tell you, but now I'm afraid that you might break my heart Oh, why should anything so easy ever Be so hard to do? I wanna tell you what I'm feeling And to say that, I love you." —Misty's Song by Yvette Laboy
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"Jess, did you bloody hear?" Conrad asked when he sat at the desk next to me.
I stopped doodling in the back of my chemistry notebook as I turned to him. "About what, Rad?"
Conrad Miller was a British kid who'd migrated from the United Kingdom because of his father's work last year. He had gray eyes and curly blond hair that almost reached his eyebrows, and was taller and leaner than me by a few inches. Leslie and I had become friends with him ever since being classmates and a trio for team projects in biology. For this year, though, we were still classmates in one subject—which was chemistry—while he and Leslie weren't classmates in any of the subjects anymore.
"You know."
"I don't know. I'm sorry. Now, will you tell me 'bout it or not?"
"You don't wanna take a guess?"
"No."
He hummed by what I think was the chorus of "Rumor Has It" by Adele. I stared blankly at him.
Conrad rolled his eyes. "Killjoy," he deadpanned. "Your girlfriend and that David Beckham wannabe went to Pizzalicious together last Sunday."
My eyes widened. "Wait, how did you know that?"
Conrad blinked. "How did I know? Well, David Beckham Wannabe was boasting about it in our literature class yesterday. I guess not just in that class, but in his other classes as well. So, I assume your girlfriend already told you about this...?"
"Leslie told me 'bout tutoring Groban on his geometry last Friday," I said. "And I already told you many times that she's not my girlfriend! Geez. You know that."
He shrugged. "Not your girlfriend yet. I could see how you fancied her from the day I met you two. I mean, it's really obvious–the way you look at her and smile and—"
"Conrad!" I cut him off, my face blushing furiously. I also chose to ignore his first remark. Was I really that obvious? I hoped only to Conrad's sharp eyes.
Oh, right. Even May Belle knew.
"At least you know who I was referring to. Anyway, here's how that berk announced his somewhat victory." Conrad raised his right hand and put his left hand on his chest in a charming way. "'Hey, classmates! Leslie and I had lunch together while she was tutoring me on my geometry at Pizzalicious last Sunday.' Many guys and gals who have crushes on those two and heard that became jealous, and I assume you're one of them. By Jove! As if boasting about having a tutoring session with a beautiful and intelligent gal to almost everyone in school is cool. I pity the fool." He paused, beaming. "Hey, I just made a bloody rhyme!"
