Chapter 7

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Ivory Hamish POV:

10 am, I am fully awake from my uncomfortable dreams about Valarie. In the dream I was chasing her shadow. I was searching for her, it felt like very desperate. Although I have no idea why I am chasing her for. What a freaking stupid dream. I go to my bag looking for my diary. I have to write it down because it was odd for me. And I want to remember it. As I searching my bag, my heart started to pounding just to know that my diary is not there. Maybe I'd left it in my locker. Hmmm hope I didn't lost it because it was important to me. My entire life was in there. Back to the college, quickly I ran to my locker, opened it, looking for my diary. Still it wasn't there. "Oh this is not good" my heart said. Suddenly someone trap me between my locker from my back.

"Hey Hamish..." greet the softy, flirty voice. Her warm breath hit my earlobe.

My whole skin hair feels the bristle. Slowly I turn and surprised to see that perfect slut just an inch close to my face "Oh fucking Fletcher..." I said back feeling relief. She smile impishly at me, which I found it a little awkward "What the heck you think you do?" I ask.

"Are you looking for something?" she said and show the diary on her hand.

Quickly I reach take it from her "How dare you stole it from me."

She scoffed "I don't. And whatever you write in there...completely rubbish Hamish."

I look at her in surprise and I gulp and try to make it look like I'm cool with it. While she still with her indifferent smirk and trapping me against my locker.

"How far did you read?"

"Far enough just to kept me entertained all night. The funny part is that you actually jealous of my beauty and my rich perfect life."

"Well of course...you always got everything."

"Things is Hamish. You thought you knew me. But you don't. I am nothing like what you described in there..." enlighten her. "And your little scandal with Tasha, I think you guys are perfect for each other."

Damn it! she even read about the Tasha thing. God I fucking hate this woman!. I didn't reply anything from her statement but keep staring at her eyes so deep that I wish I could kill her just by staring at her.

"I would kill you."

"Oh ho you would?" say her playfully still manage to smiling and her lips go near my ear whispering "I dare you..."

I push her a little "Be careful what you wish for Fletcher."

She giggles "Alright then..."

I blink my eyes a couple of times couldn't understand the meaning behind her words.

"Listen, I'm not going to tell anybody about it. And I am absolutely have no problem with gay people. So don't be fret cutie."

Cutie? ugh I could puke any time now. I hate when people call me that. She step backward, no longer trap me.

She duck respectably at me like a old fashioned style "Later Hamish."

"How can I trust you!" I yelled.

She turns with that annoying smirk on her face "You can..."

And just like that, she left for the class. I am also in the same class with her, and couldn't stop to think why would she keep a secret about my sexuality? She's so annoying, she'd destroy my reputation and yet, she's willing to kept my secret save. Weird. After the first class ended, I went to the photography studio to meet up with Tasha. It's lunch time, and the reason I am meeting her right now is because she want to see me for something. By the time I arrive there, she's just finish the discussion with her classmate. I go to her and some of her classmate greet me as they recognize me from the poster.

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