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They seem to be pretty close.
     
    I immediately stopped my brain from continuing on with its train of thoughts. What do I care, anyway? I shook my head, touching one of my temples in the process. My confusion must have clearly shown on my face, because Nana turned to m e with a worried expression on her face. I smiled, hoping to reassure her. She returned the smile and turned her attention back to the priest’s sermon.
     
    I tried focusing on the mass after that but miserably failed. In the end, I still kept on glancing at his back, and the nagging feeling of curiosity wouldn’t go away . Then when the peace-be-with-you were exchanged, I saw him turn to the girl and g i ve her a light kiss on the cheek. Yeah, that confirmed it .
     
    After that incident , I finally managed to completely ignore them. I still wasn’t able to focus on the mass, because for some unexplainable reason I felt my anger build up for him .
     
    That night, I finis hed all my work in record time. It’s amazing what the mind can do when you totally want to block out something awful and disturbing—meaning Adrien Fields, of course—des pite its unknown reason s . As expected, I slipped several times, but looking at the blue- green collage of a masterpiece on the wall gave me peace of mind . I sighed. That tree is magical, and my appreciation for it grew as I discovered its new use. I think I overused its powers for that night, though, but it kept me sane anyway. So I guess it didn’t complain.
     
    When I exhausted myself to satisfaction, I focused on preparing myself to bed, taking all the sweet time the world ha s to offer . I was about to climb on the bed when my phone rang to the rock version of Pachelbel’s Canon in D. That must be Anne . I linked that ring tone to her name in my phone, because we both love that version better tha n the original classic version.
     
    “Hello?” I was curious to know why she’s calling me but glad for the added distraction.
    “Hey, Girl!” she replied. I rolled my eyes at the choice of name she called me. She clearly needed something. Not that I mind. I love helping my friends out . “Hey, Anne. Is something wrong?” I asked while climbing my bed and getting myself comfortable under the covers, my phone caught in between my cheek and shoulder.
     
    “Nothing really,” she said, pausing a bit before continuing. “I just remembered I didn’t get to ask you about that hottie transferee student yesterday. ” I groaned. I didn’t expect that. I thought she would just let it go. Damn it, Anne. Stop being a keen observer who knows me too well , and a damn genius who can’t seem to forget anything!
     
    “So?” she said on the other line, prolonging the ‘o’ when I didn’t answer her right away.
    “Okay, okay. Th at day he strolled into school wasn’t really the first time I saw him. He was at the restaurant the night before when we were having my birthday dinner.” I blurted out, not even pausing to breathe. She would’ve forced that information out of me anyway. She can be that persistent .
     
    I didn’t mean to, but I got annoyed with her, and that rarely happens. It was all Adrien Fields’ fault. I hissed as I cursed him inside my head, stopping abruptly when I realized I was still on the phone. I sighed. I think that was a little too hars h, blaming him for Anne’s actions.
     
    “Wait. How could you have seen him and everyone else at our table didn’t? Trust me. If a guy as hot as that would enter a restaurant with La Bella’s size, Jessica would’ve noticed right away,” she narrated. I huffed, blowing my bangs out of place in the process.
    She was right, though. Jessica Carter would have noticed. It’s not that she’s a slut or something. She’s just great at spotting gorgeous guys. It’s like she has a built-in radar on her head only for that sole purpose. It’s sort of like an antenna for hot guys .
     
    “Besides,” Anne breathed. “The restaurant was dimly lit that