Chapter 9~

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Hey! I just realised that in this chapter and the previous one, I tried to share Grace's thoughts, not as the narration, but as what she was thinking right at moment.
So when you see a line starting and ending with '  ' that's thoughts, and "  " are speech.
And words in italics could be some other text, such as a text message, a notice etc. Or it is something from the past.

Does that make sense? lol feel like I didn't explain properly but.....yeah!
Getting on with the story, I hope you enjoy!

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I stood, watching Hanna's back as she searched desperately through her locker for something. I took a few steps and found myself right beside her, so leaning against the lockers and crossing my arms, I started. " 'Sup Hanna."

'Really?! What the hell? Is that the best I can come up with?!'

I felt the air around her freeze when her hands stopped midair as she was reaching for another object in the locker.

She tensed. "What do you want?"

"Uhh nothing actually, just saw you around and stopped by to say hi," I said, desperately trying to put fake cheerfulness in my voice to hide the ball of nervous mess in my throat.

That reply was supposed to start with an apology! Damnit, why was it not coming out?

"Hi." Her tone was icy, like she was hoping frostbites would start growing in my ears just from listening to her.

......okay? Her sarcasm was fully noted.

"I'm sorry." There! I did it! It's out! Wooh, it's over, now I can sit back, relax and-

"Not accepted."

....and my fantasies of paradise are crushed.

What did I expect? Of course a mere sorry won't work. Not that I had much to hope for from the beginning. I knew it wouldn't work. "Okay."

She finally looked at me.

"Okay?!" she was baffled. Why wouldn't she be? It obviously looked like she thought I would actually full on get on my knees and beg.

But I wouldn't, no matter how much I wanted to. Even that wouldn't express my regret, but anything more than a 'sorry' tossed at her would make her think I was finally back and that we could be best friends again. And I couldn't let that happen.

"Yeah, okay. I mean, I said pretty horrible shit and a 'sorry' ain't enough, but for now, I don't think I can handle anything more," I explained.

She shut her locker closed, a little louder than necessary, but it was only due to annoyance.

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