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Phantom whispers

"Maddie! Maddie! Come on, open your eyes!" A male voice was talking to me. I started to regain my senses, but I wasn't about to open my eyes. Whoever was talking to me was a dumbass.

"What did you do to her?" A voice accused.

"Nothing! I just showed her the picture, then she freaked out!" A deeper voice answered.

"Why the hell would you show her that picture! What were you thinking!" The first voice yelled. It hurt my head, and I shifted a little as if I was trying to make the sound go away.

"She moved!" The first voice said again, softer this time. Yay, they listen! Or look, anyways.

"No shit, I can feel her moving." The deep voice rumbled. I focused in on what position I was in. It seemed that I was laying on something. A human? That would explain the whole moving thing. I was laying in a weird sort of planking position. Someone had their hand on my upper thigh, and there were two hands on my shoulders.

"Dude, don't be a dick to me. This is your fault." The first voice spoke again. I heard a sigh, then the talking stopped for a moment.

"Should we take her to the nurse's?" The first voice asked.

"No! Then when they ask why she passed out, she can't say 'oh, I found a half nude picture of myself in the boys bathroom'." The deep voice answered.

"Half nude? You said it was just a creepy picture!" The first voice demanded, and the hand on my thigh dissapeared. I heard footsteps, then heard a gasp.

"What the hell? How did someone get a picture like this?" A voice now far away said. I was slowly grasping some reality, so I was getting ready to open my eyes. But not quite yet, because this conversation was interesting.

"Nobody knows how any of these pictures are taken." The voice next to me said.

"I am taking this picture. No one should see it." I heard tape and paper ripping, then the sound of someone folding something.

"Why are you folding it?" The voice next to me asked. There was a moment of silence, then this voice spoke again. "You like her don't you? So you are folding her stalker picture up so that late at night, you can stare at her half naked. That's weird dude, weird." What the hell? Who was this person who was taking my picture?

"Dude, it's not like that. I'm just.... saving it for a rainy day." The far away voice answered.

"Creeper!" The deep voice next to me said.

Okay, this conversation is going into thing that I don't want to hear, so I decided it was time to open my eyes. I shifted a little, to let them know shit was about to happen.

"She moved." The voice by me said casually.

"Really? Maddie, if you can hear me, please open your eyes." The far away voice came a lot closer, and sounded desperate.

I started fluttering my eyes a little, building suspense for my audience of two. I'm nothing if not dramatic. I cracked my eyes open a little, then suddenly wish I hadn't. The flourecent lights hurt my eyes, and I got a insta-migrane. I groaned, and closed my eyes again.

"Maddie, are you okay?" The first voice asked. I sort of nodded my head, but I didn't want to move it too much.

"Dude, she probably has a hell of a head ache. She hit her head on the side of the stall when she passed out." The voice next to me answered.

"You let her hit her head! You are a complete idiot. Show her a freaky picture, then let her get a concussion. You, my friend, are a class A dumbass." The first, lighter voice was panicky.

"Calm the fuck down. She is fine. She just barely hit her head, so I don't think she has a concussion. And I showed her that picture because I thought she would like to know about it." The deep voice snapped. I decided now would be a good time to completely 'wake up' and stop the fighting. And find out who is talking about me.

I cracked my eyes open, blinking a few times before opening them wider. My vision was a little blurry, and that worried me. So what do I do? I keep blinking like my eyes are on fire. I started to sit up, but stopped when my massive head ache pushed me down.

"Maddie?" The deep voice said. I focused in on the blurry face above me and found the face of Matt. He looked concerned and guilty.

I sort of moaned/groaned. My eyes were fully open now, but the person by my leg had their back to me. The person started to turn around, and I was curious as to who it was. This person obviously had strong feeling for me, but wanted to keep them a secret. I know Josh like me, but that's mainly a physical thing. And Noah likes me, but I think that is just a mild attraction, again, based off my looks. This person connected with me on a emotional level, but I didn't even know who it was!

So the deep voice was Matt, and the softer, nicer, caring voice was....

***AUTHOR NOTE***

HAHAHA CLIFF HANGER!!! I know, I'm so mean. ;)

Sorry I haven't uploaded a bunch. I have been suffering through writers block. So sorry if this chapter is kinda bad or boring. But I think that I have done considerably well, considering the position of my life right now.

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