#Chapter10

That Is A Fantastic Idea!

The rest of the week passed with me not talking to Noah whatsoever. He could tell I needed space which he gave me but he also made a few attempts to talk to me at which I would simply turn around, slam my locker in his face, or walk away.

This probably seems very extra and dramatic but it wasn't to me. Okay, maybe it was a little bit but every time I looked at him now, all I could see was him falling off a cliff which sounds just as messed up as it's making me.

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Here I was thinking I'm not...