First draft for a new story idea I’m working with. There is romance in it, but it is not romance focused, even if it seems that way in this. This scene is towards the middle of the book because I need to write it down, buuut…

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[ADAIR]

“Addie!”

I pivot on my heel to his voice. My eyes look over his attire a little too obviously. Crisp blue button-up and black trousers.

“What is it, Chayse?” I ask, trying to keep my tone from sounding like a schoolgirl with a crush.

His face shifts, detecting something I can’t decipher. Chayse walks a few feet closer, only about a foot away now. He looks down.

“I have news about our investigation.”

“Really?” I gasp. “I was supposed to be the only one getting news,” I grumble, in mock-jealousy. _What could it be?_

We both laugh, especially as the wind blows his dark hair straight into his face.

“Pardon the wind,” Chayse remarks, reaching up to fix the rogue strands, “but, seriously. Let’s head to Headmaster Cantrell’s office to discuss it.”

“Okay.”

I hope that Cantrell’s actually in his office this time. I could barely handle it last time when I was with Cantrell and Chayse. What if he’s not? What if I have to sit in the office, alone with the nicest, yet most devious boy I’ve ever met?

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We knock on the office door about four times, and I’m starting to believe Cantrell isn’t in there.

“Can we still go in there if he’s not here?” I whisper, the air conditioning of the hallway nearly freezing me to death.

Chayse looks at me, his hazel eyes recognizing my expression.

“It should be fine,” he murmurs, “but you look cold. Let’s go in the office and turn the AC down.”

Soon, Chayse pulls out a key and starts to unlock the door.

_What in the world am I going to do?_

-.-.-.- In Cantrell’s office -.-.-.-

“What did you find out?”

I stare at the bookshelf, refusing to look at Chayse for obvious reasons.

“You know your friend, Leila?”

“Yeah…” I manage quietly, pulling a gray book with the title ‘The Key To Poetry’ off the shelf.

Finally, I turn to Chayse, who’s now sitting in Cantrell’s desk chair. The book almost falls from my fingers as I adjust to Chayse’s gaze.

_Why is he looking at me like that?_

“She’s not who she says she is.”

“What?”

“Leila’s birth certificate doesn’t exist,” Chayse explains, his eyes darting to some papers that sit on the desk, “and nothing pops up with her name on the internet. You know how she said she doesn’t have any other friends besides you?”

_What?_

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_“_Yeah…?”

“Because Leila Wilson doesn’t exist.”

“Chayse, where’s the proof?” My voice shakes as I turn completely away from him again.

_I can’t lose another friend. Leila’s a real person, though. Right?_

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“I think someone made up Leila. To cover their tracks when they poison the academy and shut it down.”

“You think that Leila… Leila is someone else entirely?”

“I know it, and… I have a suspicion who might be behind Leila,” Chayse blurts, as if he didn’t mean to say that last part.

“Who?” I ask, a scoff following the simple word.

“My sister.”

The book in my hand falls to the ground in a loud thud.

_“Jena?”_

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Just the first draft, so please don’t judge. I mainly needed the dialogue so I could write in what happens between in later on. Buuut…

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