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The day went by generally fast after talking to Clare. Drama rehearsal was awesome. Imogen already knew her lines. She may be crazy, but at least she's giving Love Roulette all she has. If just talking to Clare made me feel this good, imagine if I got her back? I sighed. I want her back so much. I saw something plaid enter the room. Jake. Ever since I found out Clare and him were dating I asked Jake to work backstage. I mean he is a carpenter, and plus I wanted to see for myself what was so great about him. He was putting his backpack on and texting someone. Probably Clare. Look at him, he was smiling. I glared. My hatred for Jake was interrupted by someone behind me clearing their throat. I turn around.

Fiona had her arms crossed and tapping her shoe. "Great rehearsal today." She said in a monotone. She definitely didn't forget about our argument.

I nod. "Thanks to a great director." I sighed and decide to get the apology over with. "Listen Fiona, I'm sorry about freaking out at you. I'm just going through stuff. I was a jerk, and I apologize."

Fiona eased up on the hostile body language before speaking. "What kind of stuff?" Jake walked between me and Fiona. She didn't speak again until he was out of the room. "Clare stuff?"

I was watching the empty doorway Jake just walked through. "How can Clare be with that guy?"I huff and sit down in frustration.

Fiona sits next to me and shrugs. "What can you do, though?" Her gaze met Clare's watch that I was still wearing, and looked at me suspiciously.

I look back at her. "Don't look at me like that. I tried giving it back to her. She told me to keep it, Fiona." I wipe a smudge off the surface of the watch.

She raises her eyebrows. "Why would she say that?"

I shake my head. "No idea. I attempted to get some sort of closure by giving her watch back, but Clare refused to take it. I don't know what else to do. It's slowly killing me, Fiona." I look down.

Fiona sighs. "Well, since rehearsals went amazing today, and you apologized, maybe I can help."

I look up. "How?"

She leaned toward me and squinted. "By following them. Tomorrow. We can figure out what Clare's mixed messages are about, plus I have the perfect outfit to wear." She smiles.

I smiled back. "That would be awesome, Fiona. Thanks."

Anything sounds better than not knowing what could happen. I love Clare, so I might as well get to the bottom of it all instead of wondering the rest of my life. Hell, maybe I'll actually get her back, or if all else fails, the closure I desperately need. I'm hoping for the first, though.

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