Seventeen {Sequel To Mr. Gentleman}

He Knew [Chapter Two]

*Make's POV

"I'm Make." I squeaked and shock was evident in his face and my hand flew to my mouth. This was the first time I spoke in years, the reason why my voice became more thinner and high-pitched.

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"Y-you can talk?!" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Duh, of course. I just told you earlier by my facial expression." I replied and we talked about almost everything, me just nodding and replying if he asked a question that needs to be answered.

"So... when was the last time you spoke?" He asked and my face fell, my eyes watered, and my smile faded.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know this is a touchy subject." He said and I just nodded. I saw the digital clock on the wall and I gasped.

"Oh you need to go home now? That's okay though, do you want me to drive you home?" He asked and I shook my head. I now live in an executive village that mom gave, which is where the mini cafe is.

"Can I have your number?" He blurted out. I smiled and handed him my phone while he handed his as we typed in each other's number.

I said goodbye and walked out of the cafe, the breezy air making it peaceful. I changed my style. Now I always wear those cute little kitty headbands and high-waist skinny jeans and some boots or flats. My hair is now a shade of golden brown and has red streaks and at the tips are blue. A weird look that no one else will ever copy. I've become paler and taller because all I did before was eat and sleep and nothing more.

"Hey Make." Someone said and I instantly realized that it was just Andrea. I nodded at her. I would never let them hear my voice now. I would never use it, I hate it.

We walked until we reached my house and I plopped on the couch once I reach it and put my boots on the coffee table.

"Oi Make! Get your feet off the table!" Elle shouted and I laughed without a sound. I stuck my tongue out before skipping up the stairs like a little kid. Oh how I wish I can be young again.

I went up to my room, only finding Luke in front of my computer screen watching the covers I made whenever I feel like singing. I stared at him wide-eyed.

"M-Make. Since when can you talk?" He asked and stood up. I shook my head frantically, I thought he was going to hit me. I covered my face with my hands as he walked closer to me.

"W-why?" He asked and I just shook my head, backing away until my back hit the wall. He trapped me by putting his arms beside both sides of my face. He removed his left arm from the wall and caressed my cheek with his hand.

"Make, you have a visitor." Elle peeked her head from my door and I mentally thanked her as I ducked under Luke's arm and ran downstairs.

"Hello." 

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Now who could that be?? ;)

He/she's not who you think.. right??