A and D (29)

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My ears must be bleeding by now.

What was the commotion at school all about? Why, it was only Valentines’ day. This dear school decided to forbid all lessons and lectures for the day. Instead, we were given a seatwork for every subject so that we could listen to the school radio.

See, in celebration for the loving day, the student body announced that we could dedicate a song to our special someone. And the cheesy songs went on and on throughout the day.

Sometimes, the one whom you didn’t expect to be a romantic could be for his girlfriend. Now that was cool. But the rest was just the same old cliché.

As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice a group of girls giggling. For a moment, I wondered why. But then I realized that the girl in the middle got a dedication on the radio. The guy – probably her boyfriend – handed her a bouquet of roses while the song played.

I grimaced. Bleah. It was too cliché. And yet . . . it was sweet.

I sighed as I continued to walk past them.

It had already been a week since Aaron asked the whole school to be nice to me. Ever since then, I didn’t know who was sincere or who was faking it anymore. Everybody was just pleasant to me. It was too good to be true. I was very surprised at how influential Aaron could be.

Oh, and I didn’t know how he did it but Dwayne said that it was okay for me to ride with Aaron from now on because it was logical since we were next-door neighbors.

Tch. I couldn’t get out of that one.

I entered the Stallion Press Headquarters and closed the door behind me. I turned on the lights. That was when I saw a tall, muscled guy with a ski mask in the middle of the room.

“AAAH!” I shrieked. I was so surprised that I gathered my strength and slammed my hardbound book on his head.

“Ouch!” cried a familiar voice. “What the hell?!” the guy removed the ski mask he was wearing, and then Ethan was revealed.

I dropped my hands. My left hand clutched my heart that was beating so hard. I scowled at him, as he did the same to me.

“Ethan Tyler!” I hissed. “Why are you wearing a ski mask?”

“I didn’t want anyone to know that I came here,” he replied, rubbing his head.

“And you think wearing a ski mask won’t attract attention?” I asked in disbelief. Honestly, no one else could've thought that poorly other than Ethan.

He shrugged. “At least they don’t know it’s me.”

“What – What are you even doing here?” I demanded, very much annoyed.

“It’s about Dwayne,” he said. His face suddenly turned serious.


He nodded. “Do you like him?”

Did he seriously just ask me that question?

I snorted. “Yeah, I’ll tell you because we’re oh-so-close.”

“That means ‘no,’ then.”

“I don’t remember answering the question,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

“You didn’t have to,” he assured me. “I can read body language.” He paused to scan my body. His eyes were like an x-ray, making me feel uncomfortable. “Even if yours is not that ripped.”

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