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~graphic visions for this chapter~

2 weeks later
friday

"has ethan talked to you yet?" vanessa questioned me.

the corners of my mouth threw down quickly.

"um.. no." i spoke softly.

ever since the whole weekend camping trip, ethan hasn't talked to vanessa and i.

he only hasn't been distant with us, but with grayson too.

avery, daniel, and heather hasn't been the kindest to me either. like i've changed. which i don't see, vanessa hasn't told me if i've changed or not.

graysons been updating us with how ethans been doing.

he's told us that he's been ignoring his whole family.
staying in his room all day, skipping school too.

usually when he comes to school he's wearing comfy clothes consisting of sweatpants, a hoodie, and some adidas shoes or vans.

nessa and i reach my locker still talking about how ethans been handling stuff.

grayson swoops in beside vanessa smiling. "how are you guys doing?"

vanessa jumps at his presence, punching his shoulder too. "dick." she giggles.

i smile at the two of them laughing.

grayson and vanessa has been becoming really close with each other ever since the camping trip; it makes me happy.

my locker slams shut before we began walking down the hall.

"did ethan come today?" vanessa asks grayson.

he shrugged his shoulders not knowing if he came or not. "ethan left before i woke up this morning."

my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "that's weird."

vanessa separated herself from grayson and i. "i'll talk to you guys at lunch."

we nodded and told her bye.

"see you later alexis." grayson smiled at me walking away into his classroom.

"bye." i waved at him.
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i sat down into the blue solid chair and threw my stuff onto the ground.

the teacher clapped his hands. "alright class, get out your books." he smiled at us.

my head looked over my shoulder, reaching down to get the book i needed for class.

my face falls being worried. i cant find my book anywhere.

shit.

i must've switched it for a different book when i was at my locker.

"um mr. lenzor." i raised my hand in the air. "i forgot my book in my locker."

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