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I haven't met Chris ever since I left his father's party, but he did call me around two in the morning and apologised for waking me up but I was too sleepy to hold up a conversation with him.

On Sunday, he left me a text message that his father had a night flight so he would be spending the day with him, and I replied back with a thumbs up emoticon. He probably didn't even read it, but if he did, he chose to ignore it.

Monday morning I wait for his car honk which is a signal for me to rush out of the house but it never comes so I shut the front door behind me as I wish my father a good day. I look across the street for Chris's car but when I don't see it, I don't bother to lie to myself to tell that it doesn't hurt.

He left without me.

But then another car comes to a halt in front of my house and I frown when Evan hollers over from the window, "Hop in."

I smile, my mood lifting slightly as I cross the porch and get in his car. It feels like a lifetime ago when we used to ride to school together. Evan starts driving towards the school and I turn to him slightly before he can increase the system's volume to resume any kind of conversation.

"What did you tell Chris?" I ask, been meaning to do it since a long time now but I never really got any alone moment with him except for Saturday night, but that was the last thing on my mind then.

"What do you mean?" He smiles innocently.

"I would hit you, but you're driving and I don't want to die yet." I mutter, earning a laugh from him.

Other than replying to my question, he plays the radio, putting some EDM to high volume as we reach the school parking. I shake my head at him and he turns to me.

"What?"

"Show off." I accuse and he doesn't even try to deny it.

After he parks his car, both of us get out, earning a few looks from the students who pass by, including Melissa and Caitlyn. The latter smirks at me, winking as if indicating something which makes me gives her a look.

"People are staring." Evan whispers in my ear and I push him away, not liking the turn of heads towards us more when he stands so close to me.

"Well, stop giving them reasons to." A voice said and I turned to see Breanna looking at the two of us suspiciously.

Luke was nowhere in sight so I immediately took that as the cue to change the subject, "Where's your blondie?" I ask and she narrows her eyes at me.

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