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A sky full of stars and he was staring at her.

—atticus

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Shine - David O'Dowda

All of the Stars - Ed Sheeran

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AUDREY

Leaning against the cool classroom wall with my knees pulled up, I casually practised spinning my Staedtler pencil around my fingers as I got a good eyeful at the rest of my classmates. Most of them were silently immersed in the Math work, their heads down as they jotted down answers in their notebooks. I couldn't stop my eyes from traveling to the back, which happened to be the area where Brent and Cameron were seated. Ashton—the remaining member of the trio—had dropped out of Math a month ago, from what I'd heard.

The poor guy had been receiving 'E's the way Sergio Ramos received yellow cards. 

Thankfully, the instant Cameron was about to catch me looking and meet my explicit gaze, my pencil dropped to the floor. Perfect timing. I plunged under Syd's chair to pick it back up. 

"Who are you so engaged texting?" I asked in a hushed tone, noticing Syd's notebook page was empty save for the date and page number in the top left corner.

Syd whipped her head up at my whispered comment. "Huh?"

"I mean, I'm not judging or anything, but this task has been assigned sixteen minutes ago and you haven't even touched your pen." She stared at me, blinking blankly a few times, a far-off air about her. I almost began worrying that the girl had been hypnotized or something when she spoke up.

"Wait what? What task?" 

I held back a smile and inclined my head. "You know the tasks teachers set us, that we're supposed to kinda do in class? 'Cause, you know,  they're gonna be graded and stuff but whatever."

She bulged her eyes out, finally snapping out of her daze."Oh, crap! Which exercise?!"

"Shhhh," I glanced at Mr. Barnard but his concentration was buried deep under a frown and the computer screen in front of him. "Fourteen-B."

She hurriedly scanned the textbook page full of numbers and graphs, her jaw dropping. "Have you already done all of it?"

"Sorta." I retook my pencil spinning practice session.

Her jaw dropped an inch lower as she gaped at me for a split second. "You have? "I shrugged. "I'm gonna copy your answers, k?"

I snorted. "Sure, go ahead."

"You're a lifesaver," she began scribbling down equation after equation ferally.

"Who were you texting though?" 

No response. The probability that she didn't hear me because she was too busy transferring my answers to her book was considerable, but I still didn't buy it.

"Syyyd." I whisper-whined. Still no response.

The phone sitting atop her table gave a short buzz as its screen lit up. I glimpsed at it, wondering who was the mysterious responsible for her new message.

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