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| eight |

i was up all night thinking about the text i had gotten.
i haven't told anyone yet, but i planned to call millie.
i pulled out my phone and realized that her phone was probably still broken, so i would have to drive to her house.
and i don't think her parents are going to let me in because of the stunt i pulled last time.
i'll have to sneak in.

i arrived at millie's house but parked a couple houses down so no one would notice.
i walked over to her back fence and climbed up it, i could reach the lower part of the roof which led to millie's bedroom so i jumped and almost slid off. i walked quietly to her window, but stopped when i saw a familiar face with millie.
it was peter, they were laughing at something he said i suppose and millie turned her head at the window, i ducked causing me to slide down and fall into the backyard, were millie's dog rex was sleeping.
he immediately woke up and started barking, i hopped over the fence and ran back to my car.
i was out of breath by the time i got there.

"what the fuck finn," i said to myself

i leaned against my car as i calmed down.
at least she was happy i would say.
but what about me, was i happy?
no, and did she care?
no.

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i took a shower and called chloe.

"hey," i said into my phone

"hey, i'm glad you called."

"haha me too, do you think tonight is good for a date?"

"yes, where are we going?"

"that's a surprise, see you at seven,"

"see you then," she said as i hung up the phone.

i walked out of my bedroom and looked at all of the pictures.
i opened my camera app and took pictures of them, so millie will believe me.
i cleaned them up and threw them away, all except one where i tacked on my bedroom wall.
who did this? i thought.

a few hours had pasted and it was now six thirty.
i dressed in a white pullover and blue jeans.
i walked swiftly to her door, and knocked.
she opened it right away.

"hi finn," she smiled as she played with her dress.

"hi chloe," i whispered

i was stunned, she was so beautiful.

"you ready?" i asked holding my hand out

"yes," she said as she gripped my hand

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we walked slowly hand in hand towards the restaurant next to the coffee shop.
i peered through the windows and saw that peter wasn't working.

we both were guided to a table in the back of the restaurant. the waiter looked suspicious, he kept looking over at me then turning away when he saw me looking.
and that's when my phone went off.

unknown : who's the new girl finn.

me : who are you?