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*Fabian's POV*

I sat in there, on Nina's floor, for another twenty minutes playing with the hem of my navy blue school pants. Amber said Nina was coming to the house to bring her things, not take everything back. Soon, I heard the sound of Victor's black combat looking boots coming up the steps. The old, worn wood made an echo sound with each step. I must have left the door to the girl's quarters open, because he came to Nina and Amber's door. I didn't try to hide, there was no point. Like before, it doesn't matter if you're grounded in a house with nothing to do.

He opened the door and peaked in. His eyes widened. "Mr. Rutter, where are all of Ms. Martin's belongings?" I could tell he seriously had not a clue what was going on.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, Sir." I kept my head down tracing the patterns in the wood grain with my pinkie.

He took a step through the door, and looked puzzlingly around the half empty room. "No one has been in the house all summer except for myself." He looked towards Amber's side. It was pink as ever. Her things had a film of dust on them. She had left her bed un-made, and she had items of clothing thrown around the room. Something Nina's side didn't have.

I still didn't look at him. "Maybe she came when you weren't here." I shrugged my shoulders.

At that point, I didn't think Victor had anything to do with what was going on with Nina. The look on his face said it all. It was a mixture of confusion, shock, and fear that someone had been in the house.

I got up and left the room turning around once. "I'm ill. I can't go to school. I'll be in my room."

Victor nodded and I walked down to my room loosening my tie in the process.

I laid in my room for three days. Victor thought I was sick, when in some sense, I was. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't do my school work. There was no point.

While I laid in my bed, I thought I heard Nina calling my name. I thought I heard her coming down the steps towards my room. At one point, I thought I heard the front door creak open and the trick kept going. I could have sworn I heard Nina roll her suitcase in to the foyer. I was always disappointed. It would be the floorboards shifting, or a tree branch tapping at my window. The house was mocking me and my pain.

On the second day of my mope fest, I broke down. It had been the second time I cried since fifth grade when I broke my ankle. I just couldn't take it. I knew all my other housemates would be returning shortly, but I didn't know if Nina would ever be Nina again. I quickly pulled myself together, though. I knew that everything would be alright. Somehow, someway, I would figure this whole mess out.

I went to bed early that night knowing that I'd have to go to lessons in the morning. I couldn't lay around the house all week. When you're at a boarding school, everyone keeps tabs on everyone else.

I woke up the next morning feeling somewhat refreshed. I hadn't slept through the night in almost three days. I put on a fresh uniform, got a pastry from the kitchen, and slung my bag over my shoulder. I walked to school silently, thinking about what I'd be up against today. I skipped the trip to my locker figuring Nina would probably be close by. I decided I should go get the work I had missed. AP History was nothing but review, so I was good in that class. For AP English, I just had to write a three page composition about a summer activity- too easy. Honors Chemistry was just memorized atomic numbers, and Honors Pre-Calc was all review. I was glad I hadn't missed much, because the extra school work would cut into my "Nina research".

When I went to my locker after getting my assignments, Nina came up to me.

"Hi." She waved at me and smiled.

"Hey." I continued placing books in my bag not taking the time to look at her. It would tear me up inside.

"I'm glad you're feeling better." She looked at me more closely this time."

"Thanks, me too." I shut my locker and made my way to Chem. Nina followed half a step behind me.

When we got to the classroom, I sat in the last desk at the first table so Nina couldn't sit by me. She went to a table across the room. I had my head in a book, but I stopped reading for a second to sneak a peak at Nina. God was she beautiful. I missed her so much. Her smile, her laugh, her big, blue eyes. I missed her old self.

I must have been staring a lot longer than I thought, because Mr. Sweet began to lecture bringing me out of my thoughts. I listened closely to what he was saying. My jaw dropped to the cold laminate floor, and my eyes grew to the size of Jupiter. No way.

What is Mr. Sweet talking about? Look out for Chapter 5!

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