47 | Lie To Me

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Tell me pretty lies, Look me in the faceTell me that you love me, Even if it's fake— Idfc by blackbear

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Tell me pretty lies, Look me in the face
Tell me that you love me, Even if it's fake
— Idfc by blackbear

Tell me pretty lies, Look me in the faceTell me that you love me, Even if it's fake— Idfc by blackbear

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"Stanford!" called Garrett.

I stopped halfway up the stairs. "What do you want? I'm in a rush."

"Checked the mail today, and found this. Your name's addressed at the back." He walked up to me and handed over a red envelope.

"Thanks," I said drily.

"Oh, and Jordan came by earlier asking where you were."

"What did he need?" He could've called me directly.

Garrett shrugged. "Not sure. I told him you were out with Summer, and might not be back until tomorrow. He just said thanks, then left."

"Well," I waved the envelope dismissively, "thanks for this."

"No probs, man."

I sprinted up the remaining stairs, taking two at a time. I ripped the envelope open as I walked down the hallway to my room, pulling out a paper that read: She knows.

Rage clutched at my chest.

The Marchioness was a few steps ahead of us, controlling the strings and mechanics of the game she was playing. She didn't want us dead yet — I was certain about that part. She was toying with us, testing us, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Entering my room, I rushed over to the bookshelf to grab the pink diary.


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"Summer?" I called as soon as I opened her door.

I scanned the mess in her room, opened yearbooks scattered on the floor, a purple box toppled upside down on her bed with papers everywhere. I could hear the shower running and the faint sound of music playing in her bathroom. My eyes searched for the red envelope, but found nothing. She probably hid it.

I placed the diary down and headed to the bathroom.

"Summer?" I called, knocking.

"I'm almost done!" she shouted.

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