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Rich was at Fynn's house, doing what? Fynn, our teacher was dead and someone had shot him in the head. Rich watched me attentively, as if I was afraid that I would be scared. -How? "I wanted to know." "Well," he laughed a little nervous, "I wanted to do something good for you, I wanted to talk to Fynn and ask him to give you more time and not reprove you but it was useless, Fynn was a very strict teacher." I felt a little relief when he told me that, my mind was already betraying me with bad things, things that I know Rich wouldn't do. I smiled shyly and approached him to hug him, his smell invaded my nostrils. I liked feeling it so much, feeling his perfume, his hands around me. I realized that I was falling in love more and more about Rich, it was something I couldn't stop, it was something very strong and intense. I was scared, very afraid because my bad thoughts tortured me by telling me that Rich will one day get bored of me and leave me. "Thank you for wanting to help me," I mur