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Starflight's PoV
"Starflight, your grades have been steadily dropping in all your subjects. This is unacceptable," Mastermind, his father, reprimanded sternly. Mastermind was the science teacher at school, and was very strict on Starflight's grades.

THERE'S A REASON! I'M NOT TELLING YOU BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T CARE AT ALL! Starflight felt nothing but exasperation and anger towards his father. But he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop his father yelling at him other than start working harder and doing better. Well... That wasn't the easiest thing to do when he was trying to get over a rejection that had severely broken him. "I'm sorry that I'm disappointing you, Father. Something upsetting just happened and it's hard to do well."

"That doesn't matter, Starflight. Regardless of how you feel, you still have to keep your grades."

You don't understand!

Starflight found Fatespeaker in the school grounds, sitting under a tree and drawing (or writing something). Starflight sub-consciously noticed a faint feeling of butterflies in his stomach, even though he had no idea why.

"H-hey, Fatespeaker," Starflight greeted. He surprised himself when he heard his voice; it sounded rather shaky and a bit unstable.

Fatespeaker looked up from her notepad. "Oh, hi Starflight! I heard about Sunny. I'm sorry to hear that she doesn't return your feelings because you loved her for so long." She paused before adding, "In case it makes you feel better, the same thing is probably about to happen to me."

Fatespeaker's PoV
Fatespeaker decided to take the risk and added the last sentence. It was true, though. Starflight was going to have a hard time getting over Sunny, and when he did, he was probably going to be too scared to love anyone again.

Her words seemed to peak Starflight's interest. "Really? If you don't mind, who?" he asked.

There was no way that she was going to spill now. It wasn't likely to benefit either of them at that moment. It would just cause Starflight more stress and anxiety, and Fatespeaker would end up getting hurt too.

"Actually... I'm not ready to tell," Fatespeaker mumbled.

"Please? You can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I promise!" Starflight begged.

You're not ready to know...

"I do trust you, Starflight. I'm just not ready yet." You're not ready, either.