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Surprisingly it was only Nick who was shouting my name over and over. “What are you doing here?” “Nothing… What about you? Why’d you have to yell my name… You could’ve just walked up to me like normal.” “Ah sorry, I just finished my classes, do you want to go to the clubroom? There’s someone asking for you there.” “Someone asking for me? Who is it?” “I don’t know, Alex just messaged me to tell you if I see you… Come on…” Hmm, there is someone asking to meet me at the clubroom who it might be.

"Miss me?" Damien.

ewww "Who are you?", I asked out loud, causing the person to almost cough out the milk from being extremely startled and he turned to look at me "Who am I?", he raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?" "No, technically I asked you first, and it wasn't a rhetorical question", I folded my arms in a protest and I saw a smile starting to appear on his face

There sat my bag, my phone, everything. I hadn’t even noticed it before. “Thanks,” I blurted out, walking over to check. My eyes scanned the familiar items, relief mixing with confusion. He followed quietly, stopping right behind me. I felt the warmth of him before I even turned. “I’d like to ask you a question, cutie pie,” he said, his voice suddenly deeper, more serious. I turned to face him. “Who is Marilyn… and why is she looking for you?” My eyes widened. Did Mom tell him about Marilyn too?

“What do you want?” “Who was it?” He asked, his gaze searching mine. “Who what?” “Who called me?”he inquired. I scoffed. “You heard me the first time.” Suddenly, his phone rang again. He glanced at the screen, then pointed it at my face. “This person?” I looked at the screen, and it was her. My gaze shifted to him, my eyebrow raised. “How many lovers do you have?” My voice was laced with sarcasm.

That left me with one option; Dwayne. I scrunched up my face in distaste; the last thing I wanted to do was ask him for help or about anything at all. He'd been a thorn in my side since the moment I have known him, like all he lived for was to see me provoked always. But I knew if I wanted to get answers, then I had to push my animosity aside and ask for help. So I did just that, pulling out my phone and typing out a quick message. "Hey, have you seen Mrs Meyers around? I haven't seen her since after dinner..." I hesitated for a moment, rethinking my decision, and quickly hit send before I changed my mind. I wasn't sure if Dwayne was going to respond anyway.

“Who am I speaking to please?” Damon asked over the phone, staring at the name with hate in his eyes.

He asked as he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Who else??? "Madeline."

MK admitted lightly. "Who the are you?" I couldn't help but asking.