First Person P.O.V.
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"Who's Rachel?" I scream whispered, staring towards the casing. I put my hand into my black hoodie pocket and pressed that to the case. I was curious as to the fact if something would happen.
"A friend... A girl from the Group B," Aris said. "She's dead. Died in the maze. Don't waste your time here." He put a hand on my shoulder and steered me away.
At first I have my thoughts of, "there's no way that this boy is straight." I'm finding that is not the case at all.
I let the boy steer me away. "Why are you so secretive about this? What do you know?" I asked, my voice slightly rasing.
Aris took his hand off of my shoulder. "Nothing," He shook his head.
'Jeez, what's his problem?' I thought to myself and climbed back into the endless metal-encased room. I started to crawl through the vents again. Aris had stopped talking to me; I did the same.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
