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TASHA

Class periods of the day blur past in a flash, but not too fast for me not to notice that Diane is nowhere to be found in school.

The victim of the rumor ravaging around school now is Diane. She did not come to school today. And no matter how hard I tried to shut myself off from the thought, I kept finding myself thinking a lot about the reason why.

Everyone knows the reason why.

She obviously did not come to school because of the news circulating around school about her doing drugs.

Drugs. I still want to know how and why she immersed herself into drugs. And the bruises…..

Gosh. I just can't shake off the urge to question everything. It is like a persistent ringing bell echoing inside my head.

"Baby, I want to tell you something," Nate whispers into my ear, jolting my senses back to reality. I grab my History textbook from my open locker.

His warm breath on my ear is ticklish. I manage to hide my blush a bit as I turn around, facing him. "What is it?"

"So, uhm. . . ." He pauses,