A Boy and His Guitar

The next day was different for everyone. Clarity was strangely happier, Niall was quieter, and Jessie was nowhere to be seen. They walked hand-in-hand into the school, and everything seemed to stop.

Everyone, wide eyed, stared at the the two.

"What?!" Clarity barked at them. "Ain't you never seen hand holdin' before?!" Clarity let her American accent out, talking like a New Yorker.

"CeCe," Niall warned. Clarity stopped, released Niall's hand, and folded her arms. She rolled her eyes and went to her locker, Niall leaving her to do the same.

Clarity grabbed her history and arithmetic books, she grabbed a notebook she used for her notes.

Something fell out. She picked up the folded paper, unscripted with her name on it. She unfolded it, and saw loopy letters.

He's not who you think he is.

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