13_ Catching Up

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It felt awkward, so, I let the three be. As I left, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned behind me, ".. Jon?"

"(Y/n), are you okay?" He asked me, I gave him a look, saying 'I am perfectly fine.' He sighed...

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...and just shook his head, then he grabbed something from the back of his pocket. He had his fist closed and gave me whatever the fuck it was. I looked at my hand and saw that it was a small teddy bear key chain. I looked at it in awe, but it just reminded me of the dream.

' ' In the dream, he bought a weird key chain thing... I'm getting more confused.. ' '

"Thanks, Jon." I said to him, sincerely. He gave me a cute smile and then giggled. I gave him a confused look of why he was giggling, he pointed at my face and said, "Y-you're b-blushing!" while still giggling.

I face-palmed then sighed.

Eventually, Jon stopped giggling, "Oh, right, um also," He just handed me a small folded piece of paper, "Read it when you get home," he winked at me, I playfully rolled my eyes. I put the folded piece of paper in my pocket.

"IT'S THE ALMIGHTY JONATHAN!!!" Someone familiar yelled behind me, I looked behind me to see it was Craig.. and Brian. I smiled a little.

"Wussup, man?" Brian asked Jon, he just laughed, his signature laugh. He might've made others looked at him, either in awe or confusion. Brian laughed at this, which slowly turned to weird laughing. I gave him a weird look.

I then turned my head to see three of my male classmates running around like morons with other sixth grade students. Their names were Marcel, Tyler and Scotty.

I don't really talk to them, but they just talk to me if they needed a pencil or an eraser. But two of them know that I like Jonathan (and luckily, they don't know that I also like Evan) and those two morons were Tyler and Scotty.

I scoffed and looked at Evan, who was spacing out.

"(Y/n)? Were you listening?" Craig asked, I looked at him and shook my head no. He sighed.

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