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Starley's POV

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I need to get out of here quickly. I've spoken way too much.

I don't want to speak anymore words with literally anyone.

Why the fuck did I do that?!

Gah, why do I do this to myself.

I frantically rummaged through my locker desperately after leaving the damn cafeteria that was left stunned after my emotional speech, trying to find my diary, and I finally found it after 10 freaking minutes.

Good lord, why did I stuff it in too much?!

But nonetheless.

Yayayayayayayay.

I got my dairy.

I quickly closed my locker door and picked up my bag in the process, making sure that I had taken everything I needed, turning around to go home, just to leave again, but then out of all the people in the college to greet me, Matilda was the one who stood behind me.

What is she doing here?

"Can I talk to you?" She asked nervously with a high pitched shriek escaping her throat, while fidgeting with the end of her sleeve anxiously, making me squint my eyes at her suspiciously.

I was so tempted to just ignore her, and just head home to have some peace for myself, but then I saw her state after scrutinising her, and it made me tilt my head in thought. She had dark circles under her eyes, she looked kinda ill, and she looked like she was crying.

Hmm...is she good?

Doesn't seem like it...

I can't just ignore her, that would be just too cruel.

I hope I'm not doing anything stupid again.

"S-Sure." I whispered cautiously while stuttering, and she led me to an empty part of the college outside after walking silently for the next fifteen minutes or so.

I noticed how her posture changed from a confident diva to a reserved introvert, and that was the most sus thing I've ever seen. Her whole face sulked tremendously, going from a very smiling queen bee to what looked like an insecure little girl, and I don't know why I am thinking like this, but she looked like she needed...a friend.

Okay, am I on crack? Or is Matilda is actually being shy around me?

Is history repeating itself again? Is she going to come back to me just to use me again?

Or expose me more? Take more secrets away from my gut? Use them against me to blackmail me even further? No? Yes? Not sure? Maybe? Eh.

She quietly sat down at a bench and patted the space beside her softly after seeing me be all dumbfounded on my spot, and I rose my eyebrow at her, completely and utterly confused as to why she was for once being nice to me.

"Please sit," She insisted with a slight woe in her voice, and I quietly sat down and took a deep breath before itching a few centimetres away from her.

I didn't talk, obviously.

I was waiting for her to talk, so that I can quickly go home and leave for the park.

"W-Why did you help me?" She stuttered while looking at her lap sheepishly.

"What do you mean?"