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Chapter VII- He knows!

Kate was literally dying! For the first time in a long, long while she could actually be happy about something. She was one step away from finding out who the mysterious peron actually was. But, the problem was that Paul did not call her ever since that curious night out, and it has been a week. A whole week of pain and excitement. Yeah, pain and excitement at the same time.

This was killing poor Kate inside. Or, maybe it was just the fact that the only calories she got to consume the past two days came out of two small apples that she just agreed eating because her stomach just couldn't survive anymore! It was moaning in agony for food and Kate gave up eventually, after mentally fighting her conscience over the topic. It was dreadful!

Today was just an usual day of Tuesday. It was 5:30 in the morning. She couldn't even sleep properly! All of these things were flying around Kate's head like rockets rushing into the large Space. How could she know who the stalker was?! It could have been anyone. But, putting that in the dark back of her head, Kate made her way downstairs, and decided upon brewing some delicious morning tea to lighten up the mood. Some tea that she was surely not to drink, but was to make anyway, for the time to pass by nicely. At least no one was awake yet, so she had quite a lot of time to herself, even though she mostly felt alone. Surrounded by people, but alone in her own complexity of thought. School was only to start at 8:00, so...she put some water in a jug, and then proceeded to have it on a fire only to then enjoy the view of the boiling water.

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As most of the time, Kate was late and she knew it. Her hair was probably as messy as possible, her schoolbag was just hanging off her shoulder, almost falling loose, covered in water. Outside, it was hailing. Scary thunder upon her head and all Kate could think about was her precious notepad and how everything in it would get ruined, along with massive paragraphs filled with trails of thought that she could not speak out.  Kate rushed into the school, her high heels making a loud noise at the rough, pressing contact with the clean, white floor. Outside, it was so dark, the sky looking like a void of clouds antithetically contrasting with the cosy wood-panelled hallways. Light and warmth were beaming from every corner but Kate was still stiff and cold. This time not only on the inside. The corridors were empty, her being the only one who was late, as it seemed.  Kate rushed to her locker and got out her Maths book and notebook. She was running down the terrifying hallways, trembling because of her wet clothes, her leather jacket being covered in icy water. Weather was truly unpredictable in Britain, a fact that she should have already known by then.

Before she could get into tall classroom, Kate did her usual routine, adding more volume to her hair, trying to have the best straight position she could and pulling on an 'I don't care' face. Then, she politely knocked on the door.

"Come in!" The grumpy maths teacher said

Kate just did so. The teacher looked Kate up and down, moving his head in disappointment, and then leaned over to a cupboard, got something out of it and showed her a note, which meant just one thing: Detention!

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For the second time that day, Kate was feeling like she was the only one walking among those hallways. It was not that hard to find the detention room. It was the one in the back of the hallway, in the dark side of the school. No one actually got round there, neither Kate. It was soo quiet and her heart was pounding in her chest, begging to get out of there and run far, far away, to find a better person to beat in. But that didn't happen. Kate just had to deal with it so she just started walking into the dark. She saw a door in the back with a little note on it saying: " DETENTION, NO NOISE ALLOWED". She knocked on it but no one responded. Instead, the old wooden door opened itself with a quiet sound, which signalised that it should be replaced. Her head got in first, looking from side to side. All the she could see were some old desks and a boy with a Teddy Boy hairstyle sitting on one of them. He looked up and Kate recognised those chocolatey eyes the next second.

"John!" she said, in a disappointed way, rolling her eyes.

"Well...well...look who's got in trouble for being late at the Maths class" he said, getting up and looking down at Kate. "What happened, Kate the Popular is now Kate the Waste of space?"

Kate found that a terrible joke so she just defended herself by rudely adressing her long gone cursh " And, so what? Am I sensing any trace of jealousy?"

"Why would I be jealous of someone who cares so much about what everybody else thinks that they starve themselves to look skinny? You are a joke, Katie. A manufactured product of the world around you. Pathetic." John said, half laughing.
Kate cringed at what she just got to hear. Those words. Those accusations. How was that boy to know about her? 

"Wait, where do you know this from?" Kate asked, looking at him as he sat back down at the desk in the back of the room.

"What? The fact that you love starving yourself or that someone sends you notes begging you to stop this odd passion? Which one? Anyway, have me sources, don't I? Please don't tell me you forgot who you are talking to cause I am already losing interest in this conversation we're having." he said rolling his eyes. Oh gosh, he looked so good, even when he did such an awful gesture. Kate ignored the roughness of the words John chose to speak. Because he knew too much. Unbelievable. He actually knew!