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I opened one of the cabinets in search of something to eat. Luckily, I saw a packet of vegetable crackers and a few bars of chocolate. I took them and sat on the rocking chair. Just as I was about to open the biscuits, my eyes fell on a note on the side table. I quickly picked it up. The note was in Eric's handwriting. "Hey, I didn't want to wake you. I went into town to get some groceries and a car. Help yourself to some snacks in the kitchen cabinet. Also, take a shower. We'll be on the move once I get back. Eric."

He was in his early thirties, dark hair, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the kind of focused expression that belonged to someone who had been working for a while. “I do,” he said. “I’m almost finished with the section I need. Give me five minutes and I can pass it over.” “No rush,” I said. “I can wait. I’ll just keep reading until you’re done.” He nodded once, returned to his notes, and true to his word closed the book a few minutes later. He stood, brought it to the table where I had sat back down, and held it out. “Pages are marked with slips where I stopped. You can leave them if they’re useful or pull them. I only needed the middle section.”

On the third day after I reunite with my pack, my family corners me in the mansion's living room. My adopted sister, Mia Ashford, holds several notes in her hand while sobbing her eyes out. "Layla, I know you hate me, but you're driving me insane with your death threats!" Every single note is covered in curses written in red. "Go to hell, you thief! You stole Mom and Dad away from me." Noah Ashford leaps to his feet and hurls the notes at my face. "Apologize!" he roars. "You think you can bully Mia just because you're my sister?" Mom embraces Mia, trying to comfort her. Dad, as the Alpha of the pack, finally speaks. "If you don't write a 1,000-word apology letter to Mia today and

The name sits in the room between us like an unopened letter neither of us is yet ready to read fully aloud. Near midday a senior attendant enters with a sealed note that has passed through the outer gates under all the proper security protocols. Stefan takes it, breaks the dark wax with his thumb, reads the short contents through once, and then sets the paper face down on the desk with slightly more force than the simple action requires.

I do not move toward them yet. Something keeps me in place. Most of the other students have filed out by the time Eli finally stands and collects his materials. He passes my row on his way to the exit. Close enough that I catch the edge of whatever soap he uses underneath the general cold of a January morning. Close enough to see that his copy of Donne has dense careful annotations in his own handwriting filling the margins. Small and precise. The notes of someone who actually read the text before he arrived in this room. He slows.

Laird handed me a contract sheet filled with his notes. "What about this clause?" I asked. "Read the article first, then read my notes," he said. He continued to finish the remaining pork on his plate while I started reading slowly through all the sentences in the contract. I tried hard to read every word there. Indeed, it took about three repetitions for me to fully understand it. Even though he had written small notes and highlighted sentences he deemed important, I still didn't grasp the full meaning. But because I didn't want to look too foolish, I read those sentences over and over.

Every words that came out of his mouth, I made sure not to skip a single of it when I wrote down on my notebook. "Hey? Do you have an extra pen?" I heard Quir whispered and his elbow was leaning into my desk. "Wait, I'll check." I took my pen case out of my bag, to see if I could lend him anything. "Here, have a try." I handed him a ballpen to let him try if it's still working or not and when he tried it on his notes, it works. "Thanks," he said. "No prob." I focus again on the discussion because I might miss a part that will result confusion to me at the end of the discussion. I always made sure I understand whatever lesson we discussed so that there will be no problem if I review myself.

Ru murmured, his head buried in the letters. ‘Note to self, take a notepad with you from now,’ I muttered wryly, staring at the pen and pocket sized jotter Ru had whipped out of nowhere. If I had a notepad, I wouldn't forget the important questions I should be asking. The diva had been replaced with a journalist in half a second. Right now, I might as well not be in the room what with the laser focus Ru had on the folder. His pink tongue touched his lips and it reminded me of a dog enjoying a blissful ride as his eyes crinkled at the corner, completely immersed in whatever he was reading.

Sitting on it, I opened the note that read, Hope you remember what task you have to do. I have been keeping my end of the bargain. Author's note: Thank you readers for reading so far. I sincerely appreciate it and if possible kindly drop a gem and a review. Happy reading :)

But this time, I know what he's thinking. "It's my fault, okay? I'm not trying to be a martyr here. You guys can review on your own. Can I borrow your notes?" "And now, you chose to bother me," he said. "What? You're not reviewing? Just lend me your notes then," I replied. "I don't take notes, Seanne. You're on your own for the quiz," he said. I was dumbfounded by what he said. I grabbed his notebook that he had been writing on earlier. To my surprise, it was just full of scribbles and there were no traces of the lecture from earlier. Even the other pages were full of drawings and various words.