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I rushed through the hallways, making way through the crowds, muttering about a dozen apologies along the way. Could I trust the writer of these notes? Either way, I had to find him, he had to know.
Whatever happened to "I don't want to see your face again"?
Shut up.
I looked around frantically, my mind in a chaos. And there he was, leaning against his locker, talking to a couple of his friends. I anxiously signaled at Arden to come over and talk. He didn't seem to notice. Groaning, I walked over to the group, grabbed his arm and quickly apologized before dragging him with me to a secluded corner.
"Did you not see me waving and clapping like a seal to get your attention? Or were you too preoccupied with your newly gained popularity?" I asked harshly.
He raised his eyebrow. "I thought you didn't want to talk to me?" he asked, smirking smugly. "And they aren't my friends. I was attempting small talk, but apparently no one here wants to talk to the new kid," he added, "except you, surprisingly."
"I have to tell you something," I said hurriedly, ignoring his smug look.
He visibly tensed and his eyebrows furrowed as he asked, "Is something wrong?"
I drew a deep breath. "She's awake."
His face fell.
"What? Aren't you supposed to be happy?" I looked at him incredulously.
Slowly, he spoke, his voice low and quiet, "I already know."
I blinked.
"That's what I'd been trying to tell you, but you kept cutting me off."
I looked away, guilt and shame painted on my face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I really am."
He simply looked at me with a sad look on his face.
"What was with the 'I know who you are' shit? That wasn't funny," I huffed with annoyance.
He scrunched his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"The notes?"
"What notes?"
"Stop fooling around."
"You sound crazy right now. What are you talking about?"
I gritted my teeth as I showed him the crumpled note that I held in my hand.
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tears in rain [on hold]
Fiksi Remaja"Just be happy." Sure. Tell a dead person to just be alive. They'll magically resurrect. Right? Of course. *** Rain splattered like paint on my shirt. Or perhaps they were tears. Or both. Either way, I didn't care. My glasses were foggy and droplets...