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SPENCER's P.O.V.
I entered the classroom and sat at the first desk, putting my black chanel bag by my feet. As I take out my material, I see my mobile vibrating. It's Melissa. I hesitate a bit but I get the call.
"Hello?" I whisper at the phone.
"Spence! Oh god, why didn't you answer my calls?!" she seemed worried. What could it be?
"Melissa, I just arrived at school! Actually, my class is beginning in a minute. Can we talk later?"
I heard a deep breath and finally an answer "Spence. This is important. Meet you in ten minutes in the café next home." And before I could answer anything, she hung up.
I stared my hands for a while trying to figure out what could it be, that my older sister got worried about. Then I tried to make excuses not to go. It was useless. After some time of thinking, I got everything inside my bag and left silently, while my teacher was reading the newspaper. I left the school and drove my car where she said we should meet.
ARIA's P.O.V.
"Thank you for the ride, mom" I said and left the car. I entered the school without hurry, even though I was late for class, and finished my cappuccino just before I entered the classroom. Sneaking in to the last desk, and pretending I was there the whole time was not hard. My English teacher, Mr. Fitz, was copying something in the board and didn't notice my arrival.
I started daydreaming and doing random doodles in my notebook, when a paper plane arrived at my desk. I looked around to see who sent it, but everyone was too busy copying the board.
I look at it again. It was a white paper with some red doodles. No, not doodles. A message hidden in the middle of the paper. I open the plane and read what's there.
"Good friends take care of their friends. Thanks god I'm not a friend! Or am I…? –A"
My eyes go up again, but can't identify who sent it. I read it again and again until I know it by heart. Everytime I read it my heart races and my hands sweat. "Or am I?"
The bell rings and I put the folded message in my jean's pocket. I rush out of the class, avoiding the teacher's sigh.
Sorry it is so small Next chapter is longer and is done, but I'll wait I get enough favorites/views/reviews/followers/poll-answers to post next! Don't forget to do all this things!