Iman
The confidence-building, popularity-doesnt-matter sort-of girl, walks down the hallway in your general direction and you start in the opposite direction.
You and Iman got into a heated argument the night before about Isolde's mysterious death and you were avoiding her like she had the plague.
She didn't believe your sister was murdered, but that she killed herself and lost control.
You continued to grow more and more upset that your girlfriend of two months didn't believe you when you knew Isolde never wanted to commit suicide or have anything to do depression.
"Y/N, wait!" Iman catches you in the threshold of your math class. "Can we talk?"
"I have class." You start to turn away before she grabs your arm. "Iman, please. I'm tired of being in pain about her death."
"Shh...Y/N, it's alright. I'm sorry about last night." She kisses you and pulls away. "I will help you and Magne get to the bottom of it."
"You really mean it?" You gaze into her chocolate brown eyes.
"Isolde was and still is your sister. She means a lot to you."
"Thank you! I'm sorry too about last night." You return the innocent kiss and duck into your class one minute before the bell. "See you after class, babe." You wave goodbye to her and sit next to Magne instead of Hilde, which both of them notice.
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