Chapter 50

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A/n: Chocolate drink! or Orange juice! That's my favorite drink when I'm feeling down. And I actually need one right now... It's something personal, and not because no one is not yet participating in my question and answer portion. Anyways, It was just the beginning. :) Here's the second question:

What's your favorite genre of music when it's raining? And why?

Any answer is acceptable - we all have our own taste in music.

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~ Miss Elle

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Anna

I ran away from them.

I don't know why but I just did it.

Am I a coward?

No.

I am definitely a coward.

No, you're not.

But why did I run away?

You just don't like to deal with them. That's why.

No.

I think I can't still face them after all...

Nor my past...

My phone lights up, buzzing.

It's Matthew.

I wouldn't really be able to begin anew with Matthew if he doesn't know me really that well.

Shame on me. Even my best friend is clueless about my past.

I'm catching up my breath as I hit a reply for Matthew.

But even before I turn right around the corner of the street, a blue car honks at me.

The window is drawn down and there he is - the troublesome boy.

"Anna!"

"You know, you don't have to shout - I'm just right next to your car." I say with humor in my voice.

"Well, I'm just making sure that you can hear me."

"I can hear you loud and clear." I heard the unlocking sound of the car door.

"Hop in, will you?" I smile at him and get in.

Although my mood was a bit unpleasant just a while ago, I can't help but be bubbly with Matthew around.

"I saw you with the two girls before."

"What?" Did he also see me running? Oh no...

"I even saw you running away from them." Oh yes, he has seen me running...

"Are they my fans? You know, you will have to endure those kinds of girls. They're all gonna hate you because of me." Of course. He thinks that they're just one of his fans.  That's fancy. But Matthew is just partially right. Half of the truth is unknown to him.

The truth which I'm still unsure if I should reveal.

"Are you okay?" his hand holds mine and give it a squeeze.

"I'm alright," I say.

"You sure?" I nod at him.

"Alright! To cheer you up, let's eat!" he maneuvers the car in another direction.

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