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Chapter: 18
I looked in the bag and immediately knew whose bag it was...

I pulled out a lime green dress with a flower print on it.

'It's Jamie's bag,' I said and put the dress back.

'She probably forgot about it when we were having the watergun fight,' Jonah added.

'But why does she have your sweater from such a long time ago?' Daniel asked looking confused.

'I have no idea man..' I answered while looking down.

'Well, I think we can conclude that Jamie is actually a creepy stalker and has been stealing Corbyn's stuff for a long time now,' Jack said breaking the silence.

We all gave him a blank look.

'Kidding,' he finally added.

'I'm gonna go to sleep,' I said and walked up the stairs.

'Bad timing,' I heard Jack saying to himself.

***
I let myself fall flat face on my bed.

I turned around and stared at the ceiling.

There probably is a very good explanation for this whole situation. I hope so at least.

I drifted off to sleep with the thought off the sweater situation in my head.

***
Pov: Jamie

'NOOO DON'T KILL ME!!!!'

I woke up immediately, sitting straight up in bed, looking around.

The series was still going and someone was almost getting murdered in it.

I turned my phone off.

I let out a sigh and let myself fall back in bed. I tried to sleep but I couldn't anymore. I was completely awake.

'Great way to start the day,' I said to myself while letting out another sigh.

I got up and got dressed. I decided to do some homework until the rest of the world would wake up.

***
Pov: Jonah

I was reading Harry Potter in silence until Zach, Jack and Daniel came downstairs.

'GOOOOOOOOD MORNING!' Zach screamed.

'There goes my peace,' I said, closing my book.

'Booooring,' Zach said while walking towards the kitchen.

I laughed and also walked into the kitchen and joined the boys at the table.

'Is Corbyn still sleeping?' Daniel asked.

'I haven't seen him downstairs yet,' I answered.

'I'll go wake him up,' Jack offered.

I nodded at him and he walked upstairs.

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