Act XXVIII

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"Are you fine?"

She didn't say a word at first. She glanced at Martin, who threw the losing contender an ice pack.

"Listen, sorry about before. I know you've been avoiding me for a while, and I understand."

She looked away, recalling that moment. She felt awkward, shy, and a totally different emotion she couldn't describe.

"I really just wanna help you, with these sorts of stuff. You didn't have to experience any of this. Yet, here you are, hanging out with us, probably carrying the same burden Marty has." He moved closer.

"I... dunno about that."

"Don't worry. I guarantee I'll help you. Promise."

"With what?" she said, questioning him.

"To be honest, ever since I saw you, I knew. I like you, Zoey. I admit."

She faced him, surprised. Before she knew it, he was already nearing her face, looking straight into her eyes. His eyes seemed neutral, but even Martin knew that sometimes, they can express different feelings.

"What are you two doing?"

"Nothing."

"I've had enough of 'nothing, nothing, nothing'. You always say that when there is something."

"But we're serious, it's no-"

He sped away, and the three watched him run. Zoey couldn't help but chase after him, hoping to explain everything to him. The Rimsons eyed each other.

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