Chat This Looks Familiar Iykyk

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Hi girl!!!

I just wanted to voice my appreciation for your ALL of your works. I love how you write romance and especially how you delve into the angst and miscommunication that comes with characters like Farleigh. You write him so well because with a character like him, it is definitely hard for him to healthily navigate relationships (esp with the reader hehe), so I love how you never fail to incorporate that into the story. We love all sides of him even though he can be so frustrating 😭.

Also, I love the whole aesthetic for your ongoing story. I absolutely love the whole academia vibe and it makes the story so much more rich. I love how studious the reader is, It literally motivates me to study even though it kills me💀. Which honestly makes me really curious, what kind of books do you think the reader and Farleigh would enjoy? I feel like even though they’re both so studious and academic, their taste in books would vary. I’m so in love with your book and thank u so much for all the hard work you put into it!

omg thank you SOOOO much this just made my day!! that is so nice of you, thanks for the appreciation girl!! hehe yes, farleigh is a very complex character but we love that, the story wouldn’t be interesting without him! i’m glad you think i write romance well, considering i have never been in a real relationship before... LMAO just outed myself there but mostly everything i know is from books and movies so i am relieved to hear that i’ve written the angst and stuff sorta well.

yes i also love the academia vibes, when i was trying to think of a new story idea i just knew it had to take place in a sort of harry potter type vibe minus the magic, if you get what i mean. it also motivates me to study and be an academic weapon hehe, but you’re so real for that... sometimes it’s hard to romanticize school. i see myself in the reader a lot since i am such a perfectionist and i’m too hard on myself most times, but we should all remember to do some self care and take breaks sometimes!

i love that question, i think farleigh is really into the classics, i think his favorite would be the great gatsby. i think he would also enjoy mystery or dystopian type books, or maybe even some horror like stephen king. as for reader, i think as much as she denies it, she really likes romance books. the cheesy ones and also the older, more meaningful ones. from time to time, though, she likes a good fantasy book or series with a lot of lore and a complex plot. her favorite series in elementary school was definitely harry potter. she read all the books AND watched all the movies.

thanks again for your message and question! i haven’t started on chapter 7 yet since i have been very busy with classes starting (i’m already drowning in work) so it may take me a while to get it posted! but just know i will never give up on this story because i also love it and can’t wait for you guys to see what happens! love you!! ❤️❤️

heyy y’all im working on chapter 6 but i might have lied when i said it would be done by like yesterday 😁😁 i’m currently away from home so i haven’t been able to write and i have to go back to school in TWO WEEKS what the hellll guys why has summer gone by so fast smh 😭😭 anyways i love you guys take care!! ❤️❤️❤️

chapter 6 - the wolf in sheep’s clothing

a/n: hey loves! i got a bit carried away with this chapter so it’s a pretty long one, but i hope you love it! warning, lots of angst but no cliffhangers this time 🫶 enjoyyy!

chapter warnings: slight language

wc: 5.4k

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You don’t think you’ve ever hated your life more than you do right now. You’re drowning in make-up work after you missed two days of school, and you’re also drowning in your feelings for Farleigh. You’re experiencing a plethora of emotions; You love him, you hate him, you want to kiss him, you want to choke him. And not in a good way.

Is he really that much of an idiot that he would fall for Clara? Not only is she dumb, she just tries way too hard. She tries too hard with her appearance, with school work, with making friends. At the end of the day, she doesn’t even have many friends. Now you can see why.

You can’t believe you agreed to help her with school. You always seem to fall for people’s sob stories, unfortunately. You hope she fails all her classes and doesn’t get to study abroad in the states. She doesn’t deserve that opportunity.

But really, are you being too harsh? Maybe she didn’t know that you liked Farleigh. Of course she didn’t know. But she could’ve at least taken the hint, knowing you two were seeming to grow closer lately. Or were you? Was it all in your head?

You run a hand through your hair and sigh with exasperation, leaning down and resting your head upon your desk. You begin to plot your revenge for Clara in your head. Maybe you’d push her down the stairs, or shove her into a street full of moving cars. Actually, that might be a little too harsh, you think.

You look back up and decide to finally start on your calculus assignment. Only Mr. Bailey would give you a six page packet of hellish calculus problems to complete. You’re tempted to just search up an answer key, but you push the thought aside and pick up your pencil.

That Monday, you trudge through the hall, heading to English class. You probably look like hell, based off the glances you earn from some of your fellow students in the corridor. When you looked in the mirror this morning, you saw your almost ghostly reflection, with prominent bags under your eyes and a loss of color in your face. You tried your best to put yourself together, but with how you were feeling, both physically and mentally, your best wasn’t that great. You’re still not completely recovered from your illness, however this weekend gave you the opportunity to rest some more.

You walk into Mrs. Chasteen’s classroom, slightly late, rushing to your regular place, not realizing that Farleigh isn’t sitting there until you’re in your seat. You glance around to see him sitting next to some random guy whose name you forgot. Henry, maybe?

Your eyes meet for a split second before he quickly looks away, avoiding your gaze. You turn back to face the front, shifting in your chair. You clench your fists underneath the table in frustration. Now you’re going to look like an idiot, sitting alone, when everyone knows you and Farleigh always sit together.

“Hey, everything okay?” You glance upwards to see Magdalena carrying her things over to sit with you. “Oh. Erm, yeah.” You nod unconvincingly as she sits down next to you. She raises her eyebrows, clearly not convinced, as you expected.

“Why’s Farleigh sitting with Mason?” Oh. Not Henry.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. Lena nudges you. “I can tell when you’re lying. Come on.” She scoots her chair closer to you and puts her elbows on the table.

“Well, um…” You swallow nervously. You don’t really want to tell Lena what happened, but you feel like she deserves to know. She’s always been there for you. “On Friday we…” You trail off, hoping that she takes the hint.

Her eyes widen and you pray she keeps her voice down. “You what?!” She whisper-screams. “We almost kissed. Almost.” You specify the ‘almost’ part. Because it’s true, you didn’t ever actually kiss him (although you wished you did).

“Wait, how did that even bloody happen?!” She claps a hand over her mouth loudly which earns you two a few side eyes.

“He offered to bring me stuff while I was sick. I don’t know why. But he was sort of… taking care of me? I guess?” You shrug helplessly. You would very much like to jump out of a window right now.

“Oh my… He was taking care of you while you were sick?!” Lena’s jaw drops. You didn’t think it was that big of a deal. “In a friendly way.” You add.

“Friendly way? Pfft. You’ve got to be joking right now.” She facepalms. “What about that is friendly or casual?!” Her voice gets a little too loud and you cringe a bit.

“It’s friendly. He even said it himself, it’s what friends do!” You throw your hands up. “No, no no. You’ve got it all wrong, my friend.” She pats your shoulder.

She leans in closer. “Boys only do that when they like someone. When they care about someone a lot. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” She mutters.

“I predicted this, didn’t I?” Lena smiles with satisfaction, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. “I always know these things.” She taps her index finger to her head. “Wait, so why was it an almost kiss?” She lowers her voice once again.

“Right when we were about to kiss, he got a call.” Lena sits up abruptly at your words. “From who?” She asks, her green eyes wide with curiosity. “Clara.” You whisper so quietly, it’s almost inaudible.

“Oh… that bitch.” Her eyes narrow, while yours widen at her language. “I never liked her. I’m going to beat her-”

“Me neither, but there’s nothing we can do. He’s already made his choice.” You slump in your seat. “So he took the call?” Lena asks. You nod. She practically seethes. “What a loser.”

You turn once again to glare at Farleigh. Lena’s right. Clara’s not the only one in the wrong here. What kind of idiot would take that phone call instead of just declining it?

After biology class, you’re walking down the hall when you suddenly see Clara standing by the window, right next to the stairs. How convenient, you think. You cringe before you have to walk past her, hoping she doesn’t say anything to you. However, it is very tempting to reach out and push her down the stairs. You’ve barely made it to the second step when you hear her annoying voice calling your name.

“Long time no see,” She grins with her perfect teeth and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. “Hi, Clara.” You mutter reluctantly.

“I heard you were sick. I hope you’re doing better now,” She frowns.

“Oh. I am. Thanks.” You reply nonchalantly, looking up at her from the stairs.

“Say, have you gotten the essay for history done yet?” She asks, leaning gingerly up against the wall and twirling her stupid hair. Why is she asking you about an essay? That essay is worth a lot of points though, so it’s pretty important. And it’s due in a week.

“Oh. Yeah, I just have one more paragraph to get done.” You reply. You don’t even bother with a fake smile. Her presence is simply too exhausting.

“You’re so hard working. I wish I could be like you.” Clara sighs longingly, although you know she’s just trying to butter you up.

You clear your throat after a moment of silence. “Do you need something?” You ask with raised eyebrows. She looks extremely offended as she presses a hand to her chest.

“No, of course I don’t. Can’t a friend just ask about an essay?” She asks. You narrow your eyes at her innocent expression.

“It’s just… I think Mr. Larson is a bit too harsh sometimes. He’s so picky with his grading, and I never do well enough for him.” She sighs once again before turning to look out the window in an attempt to look mysterious.

You almost scoff, but you stop yourself. Mr. Larson is one of the easiest graders you know. She must be really stupid.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Clara.” You start to turn to make your way down the stairs, but she continues talking.

“What do you think about him?” She asks suddenly. “I think he’s a great teacher. And really, his grading isn’t even that bad.” You shrug.

“Of course you think that.” She snaps before quickly covering her mouth, her brain registering what just came out of her mouth. “What was that?” You question. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Nothing. I don’t know why I thought you would understand.” She lets out a long sigh for the third time and crosses her arms.

“Clara, what’s the goal here? Are you trying to gain sympathy from me? Are you trying to make me feel bad for being smart?” You’ve had enough of her shit. You walk back up the stairs so that you don’t have to keep looking up at her.

“No.” Some sick part of you feels satisfaction at her widened eyes and fearful expression, although you know you would never resort to physical violence, no matter how tempting.

“Or do you just want help? If you do, just say that.” You offer a fake smile.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want your help. In fact, you’re no help whatsoever anyways. You’re just a bitch,” Her voice raises slightly.

You breathe out of your nose and clench your fists in an attempt to calm yourself.

“Clara, I’m sorry, but I really don’t have the time to help you. We all have our own lives and problems to worry about. I wish you the best of luck with your grades, but I can’t help you anymore.” You turn around to head down the stairs as your voice echoes throughout the stairwell.

“Just be thankful that you’re smart enough for all of this. Not all of us can be like you,” She calls out, and it almost sounds like there’s tears in her eyes. Part of you almost feels bad for her, but it’s not your fault that she’s not smart enough. That’s her parent’s fault for putting her in a school that is known for being competitive and rigorous.

You head out of the building and walk faster than usual, your anger spurring you on. She’s such a manipulator.

Three days later, you finally arrive back in your room after a long day. “Ugh.” You sigh as you close the door behind you, running a hand through your hair. You sit on the edge of your bed and pull your phone out from the pocket of your coat.

You look down at the screen as you scroll through you and Farleigh’s messages. It’s been a long six days without talking to him, and it’s starting to get to you. You hate that you’ve gotten so attached to a man. It’s stupid, really. You never thought this of all things would happen to you. You’ve always been independent, never relying on others for happiness.

But everything has changed within the past four months, and it’s like torture. You hate these feelings. Everything would have stayed normal if you had just kept Farleigh at arm’s length, and maybe your stupid crush would have gone away. You could just be friends, no matter how excruciating that unrequited love would be.

You set your phone face down on your bed and stand up. You have a French assignment to finish, so you head over to your desk to grab your laptop.

However, your laptop isn’t there. You always keep it there to charge, and when it’s not there, it’s in your backpack. But you dropped off your backpack earlier and took your laptop out to charge before you went to grab dinner.

You walk over to your backpack and unzip it, peering inside for your laptop. Still not there. You huff in frustration and glance around your room.

Maybe it’s on your bed. You shuffle over to your bed and search under your blankets and pillows, but it’s not there either.

You panic a bit, but you continue searching. You check under your bed, under your desk, in your closet, under your bedside table, in your drawers, but it’s nowhere to be seen.

“Ugh!” You groan loudly, flopping onto your bed and covering your face with your hands. “The one time I need to work…” You mutter defeatedly. You remember placing it on your desk and plugging in the charger not even two hours ago. You think you might be going insane.

You figure that it’s probably somewhere around campus and someone would find it and return it to you. Thanks to your dad, you have a small label with your phone number on it on your laptop. That way, if it ever gets lost and needs to be returned, someone can just call the number. You’re hoping to receive a call soon.

Due to your exhaustion, you decide to just get ready for bed. You’ll worry about it tomorrow.

The next day, you search around the campus for your laptop, and there’s still no sign of it. You ask some of your classmates if they’ve seen it, to which they all said no. You figure you must have just been going crazy last night and it was in your room the whole time.

So, that evening, you return to your room to look for it once again. And there it is, sitting on your desk. You rub your eyes quickly to make sure you’re not hallucinating. You blink and then widen your eyes, stepping forward to inspect further. It’s charging, like it always is, in its usual spot.

“What the fuck…” You whisper, completely astonished. There’s no way this is real, you think to yourself. Maybe life is a simulation after all.

You sit down at your desk and open your laptop curiously. You type in your password and it opens to the regular screen. Everything seems to be looking normal. You open your emails. Normal. The only new email is from a university offering tours.

“Hm.” You hum, opening your French assignment and getting to work. Everything is as you left it, so you’re confused why it just disappeared yesterday.

A few minutes later, your phone begins to ring. You pick it up from your bed and smile after seeing Lena’s name on the screen. You happily answer. “Hello?”

“Hey girl. Code red. I see Clara and Farleigh walking together outside of the library.” She whispers conspicuously. You quirk an eyebrow and sit down on the edge of your bed.

“Um… Okay?” You reply, the confusion evident in your voice.

“I just thought I’d let you know. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but he looks slightly annoyed.” She reports.

“I would be annoyed too if I had to talk to her,” You giggle and you can hear Lena snickering a bit on the other line.

“No kidding. I just really don’t get what he sees in her,” She replies.

“Me neither.” Suddenly, an unwarranted and frightening image pops into your head. “Wait, they’re not like… holding hands or something, are they?” You ask nervously while biting your nails.

“No. Thankfully. I’m trying to follow them without looking obvious. She’s talking really… passionately.” Lena explains.

It goes silent for a minute and you can only hear the sounds of the wind.

“Oh my God.” She says seriously.

“What?!”

“I swear I just heard her say your name,” Lena hisses abruptly. You roll your eyes.

“She probably did. I’m sure she loves talking about me.” You sigh, playing with the corner of a blanket.

“Okay. She walked off and now he’s just sitting on a bench. Oh, wait. I think he sees me.” You can’t help but giggle at the level of intensity in her voice. “He definitely saw me.” She squeaks, and you can hear the sound of hurried footsteps in the background.

“Well, thanks for the update.” You laugh. “Of course,” She responds, breathing heavily after her escape.

“See you later!” You smile as you hang up, tossing your phone back onto your bed.

You try to ignore the feelings of jealousy building back up again, but it’s almost impossible. You groan and run your hands down your face.

You walk through one of the long hallways after French class, admiring the stonework and stained glass you’ve walked past so many times. You breathe in the air, admiring the quiet atmosphere. You’re always grateful for these rare moments when no one else is in the corridor and you can just enjoy yourself.

But sometimes, the silence creeps you out. It’s almost eerie, in a way. And then you start to think about all the rumors about how some of the buildings on campus are haunted. Is this one of them?

You glance around, almost feeling panicked, until realizing that you’re being silly. Ghosts don’t exist. Or do they? You shake your head. “Pfft.”

And then, at that moment, you hear footsteps echoing off the high ceilings. You whip around to check behind you. No one’s there. The footsteps continue. You turn back to face ahead, walking a bit faster now. Your heart rate picks up as the footsteps grow faster as well.

Suddenly, you feel someone grab you by the arm and pull you forcefully into an empty classroom. You manage to get out a quick squeak, but you’re so frightened that you can’t even scream. Is today the day you die? Are you really going to be the next ghost story of the school?

You squeeze your eyes shut, until you breathe in a familiar scent. A fancy and probably expensive cologne. You open your eyes to see that Farleigh is the one gripping your arm and standing a little too close.

“Farleigh? What the hell are you doing?!” You shout, pummeling him in the chest with your fists. You’re just angry at this point.

“Okay, okay. Calm down!” He lets go of your arm and stumbles backwards. You can see a proud smirk on his face. His goal all along was to scare you. Figures.

“You little– Don’t you ever sneak up on me like that again!” You tell him angrily, pointing a finger at him.

“Were you really that scared?” He’s doubled over with laughter, barely managing to get a sentence out. He glances up at you. “Do you believe in ghosts?” He pauses his laughter.

“No, of course I don’t. Well, maybe a little bit.” He bursts into laughter again. “Shut up!” You walk forward and gather a handful of his hair, yanking on the curls harshly. “Ow!” He exclaims, reaching up and shielding the top of his head from you.

You almost forgot everything that’s happened with Farleigh for the past few weeks. You sigh and sit down on a desk, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head. “What do you want?” You ask.

Suddenly, his expression turns serious. “Alright, you need to listen to me. Okay?” He steps closer to you, and for once you’re finally at eye level with him since you’re up on the desk.

“Okay…” You narrow your eyes suspiciously. He looks panicked and it seems that whatever he needs to tell you is urgent.

“And promise not to freak out.” He adds on. “I can’t promise that.” You shake your head. He sighs with exasperation.

“Okay. Basically…” He trails off and then huffs, turning around and pinching the space between his eyes. “Just get on with it!” You exclaim, slowly losing your patience.

“Okay, okay! Jeez. A few nights ago, Clara stole your laptop while you were away from your room, emailed your entire history essay to herself, and then put it back in your room.” Farleigh explains quickly.

Your jaw drops. You can’t even process the information, let alone think of the right words to say in response.

“The essay is due today, and she’s going to turn in your whole essay and claim it as her own.” He continues.

“I know it’s due today, you idiot!” You shout, completely losing your shit. “She probably already turned it in! It’s fucking three o’clock!” You tell him, hopping off of the desk and pacing around the room.

“Did you know about this the whole time?” You whip around to face him. “You knew about her stupid little plan and you only just now told me?!” You exclaim angrily, feeling tears brimming in your eyes.

“I knew but I didn’t think she was actually going to do it. Please, don’t take it out on me. I know you’re mad. She’s a complete idiot. She’s a fraud.” He walks up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders. You stare into his eyes and search for his sincerity.

You shrug out of his grasp and walk away from him. “No. I am going to take it out on you. You’re a backstabber, Farleigh.” You turn back around to stare him down. “You knew that she was planning this. You could have stopped it before it happened. You could have told me.” You feel the tears threatening to fall at any second.

“I know, I know. We were just in awkward place, and–”

“And whose fault is that?” You snap. He flinches a bit at your harsh words.

“I’m sorry. I really am. But we can make this right, I swear.” He tries to reassure you.

“How did I not see the email?” You mutter under your breath, but apparently Farleigh hears you. “She deleted it after she sent it.” He explains.

“Maybe she’s not so dumb after all. Can you text her and see if she already submitted it? I forgot to turn mine in earlier today, damnit.” You groan.

“Yeah. I’ll ask real quick.” He pulls out his phone and sends her a text quickly. Only a few seconds later, his phone vibrates with a notification. “Shit. She already turned it in,” He looks back up at you. All the color drains from your face.

“Farleigh, that essay was half our grade for this term! I’m going to get expelled if they think I plagiarized it!” You turn away, not wanting to let him see you cry.

“Hold on, let’s be rational here. Every teacher here knows how dumb Clara is, okay? They won’t believe for a second that she wrote all that herself. You’re an amazing writer, and Clara could never get on your level.” You feel a hand on your lower back. You look up and over your shoulder at Farleigh, appreciating his warm and comforting gaze. You could get used to him calling Clara dumb.

You sniffle and wipe your nose with the back of your hand. “Just turn it in, and see what happens. Larson probably won’t even look at the time of the submissions.” He pats your back reassuringly.

“Okay.” You’re a bit too prideful to apologize for being so angry at him, so you decide to wait. You’ll say sorry when the time is right.

“Okay. Are you good?” He smooths out the hair on the top of your head and you try to ignore the tingly and warm sensation you get from his touch. You nod. “Mhm.”

“Call me if you need me.” Farleigh gives you one last pat on the head before walking out of the door. You watch him leave and suddenly feel guilty for how you treated him. Sure, he was wrong for not telling you Clara’s plan, but he didn’t really think she was going to go through with it. Who actually goes through with a plan like that? Apparently Clara.

Two days later, you get the email you’ve been dreading since Farleigh told you the news. In said email, Mr. Larson requested that you come to his office to discuss certain ‘accusations.’

You believe that Mr. Larson likes you as a student, he usually gives you great grades and good feedback on your work. You and him even joke around during class sometimes. So, you’re hoping that he understands the whole situation and believes you over that dumb blonde bitch.

You decide to call Farleigh and tell him about this. You bite your lip as you wait for him to answer. It’s nine AM on a Saturday, so there’s a good chance that he might still be asleep.

“Hello?” You smile at the sound of his deep and slightly raspy voice. It always brings you so much peace and comfort, though you’re not sure why. You remind yourself to stay serious, considering the topic at hand.

“Hey, Mr. Larson just emailed me. He’s asking for me to come to his office. I don’t know what to do.” You bite one of your fingernails as you await his response. You hear him take a deep breath before exhaling quickly.

“Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll go with you, and I can testify for you. I’ll tell him the whole truth about what Clara did.” He explains matter-of-factly. Your eyes widen in surprise. You didn’t think he would actually help you solve the problem.

“And how do you know that he’ll believe you?” You ask.

“Because I have proof,” Farleigh replies. “I have texts I can show him. He can’t argue with that.” You hear a smirk in his voice.

“Alright, alright. Meet me outside the east wing in ten minutes.” You tell him. “Roger that.” He responds. You waste no time, hurriedly shuffling over to your closet to get dressed and ready.

You stand outside the old building, leaning against the wall and patiently waiting for Farleigh to show up. You see his familiar tall and lanky figure in the distance, and he seems to spot you too. He waves and begins to jog in order to get to you faster.

“Hey. Made it,” He winks playfully and you roll your eyes affectionately. “So you did. Let’s go.” You almost have the urge to reach out and grab his hand as you walk in, but you don’t.

Sooner or later, you arrive outside of Mr. Larson’s door. You knock on it timidly, glancing up at Farleigh. He nods encouragingly.

The door swings open, and you are met with a sort of chaotic looking Mr. Larson. His hair is messy, unlike how it’s usually styled with gel, and he looks tired. He’s holding a mug that says, ‘Best Grandpa.’ Last time you checked, he doesn’t even have kids. At this point, you’re a whole lot less intimidated by him.

“Hello.” He greets with a nod of his head, before turning to look up at Farleigh. “Ah. Mr. Start.” He nods again before opening the door further, stepping back to let you both inside. “Come in, come in.” He gestures with his free hand.

You both go to sit in the two chairs situated in front of his desk. He follows close behind after shutting the door. He sits down with a heavy sigh that clearly says, ‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’

“Well then. Let’s get this started, shall we?” He chuckles before clearing his throat and getting serious. “I was grading your essays yesterday, and I noticed that two of them were exactly the same. Down to the punctuation. And I thought, this can’t be normal. There’s something… fishy going on here.” You hear Farleigh make an odd sound next to you, and you look over to see him covering his mouth in an attempt not to laugh.

“I called up Clara Greene, who was in that class period when I was grading, and asked her about it. She was shocked and appalled by this, and made a whole scene in front of the class, claiming that you plagiarized her essay.” Mr. Larson looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. “Is that true?”

“No. It’s absolutely not true. I wrote that essay, and she plagiarized it. I mean, come on, Mr. Larson, do you really think Clara Greene could write that? Be honest.” You quickly defend yourself with a strong voice. His brown eyes twinkle with amusement.

“Well… To be fair… No. I don’t think she could write that. However, I did check the times on the submissions. Her’s was at 3:14 PM and your’s was at 5:54 PM. So, it does raise some suspicions.” He takes a sip of his hot tea. “As an employee of the school, I legally have to inspect these matters very closely. We do not take things like this lightly, and although I would much rather be outside walking my dog, I have to get to the bottom of this.”

“I understand that, but sir, I promise you that I wrote that essay. I would never, ever even think about plagiarizing. Especially for a class I really enjoy.” Mr. Larson smiles at the last sentence.

“I appreciate that. Just remember, we have a no tolerance policy for plagiarism, so if this is true, you could risk getting expelled. I’m sure you don’t want that.” He glances back and forth between you and Farleigh. “Between you and I, though, I don’t think you did it. I just need proof to know for sure.”

“I have proof, sir. Right here.” Farleigh holds up his phone, the text messages open. Mr. Larson’s eyes widen and he rubs his hands together. “Let’s see it, then.” Farleigh hands over his phone and guides him through the messages, explaining each thing she sent.

“Alright then. It’s settled. Can’t argue with cold hard proof.” He sighs and stands up from his desk. “Thank you, young man. What a very noble act to defend your… friend here.” He gestures to you with a strange look on his face. “And Clara will be facing punishments soon enough.” He confirms.

“Will she get expelled?” You can’t help but ask. It would make your entire year if she did.

“Perhaps. The consequences will certainly be worse because she lied even further about it. But don’t worry about her. Go enjoy the rest of your weekend.” He gestures to the door and you both nod, heading out.

“Thank you so much. Without those texts, I would’ve been toast.” You tell Farleigh as you both walk down the hall towards the exit. “Yeah. Anytime. It’s the least I could do to make it up to you,” He replies.

You stop in your tracks and he stops beside you. “About that. I’m sorry that I got so upset with you. It wasn’t your fault. I was just… really mad at her.” You explain sheepishly, looking down at the ground with your hands behind your back.

“It’s okay. I promise.” Farleigh smiles softly as you look up at him. A question pops into your head and now you just have to ask.

“Do you still like her?” You ask. He looks taken aback. “What?” He responds.

“I thought you liked her. Romantically.” You clarify, blushing at your stupid use of the word.

“Oh. Absolutely not. I never liked her. I think that,” He pauses and glances up at the ceiling as he finds the right words. “I liked the attention she gave me. No one’s ever shown a real interest in me before like she did. She wanted me. I felt wanted, so I felt like I had to reciprocate. But I didn’t even see her that way.” He explains in a softer voice.

Oh. It makes so much more sense now. You almost feel frustrated. You want to grab him by the shoulders, shake him, and tell him how much you want him. He is wanted. He is loved. By you. How can he not see that? He’s so smart with practical things, but when it comes to romance, he’s the biggest idiot. You wonder if you should tell him that, but then you decide it’s not the right time. If he would just open his eyes, he would see what’s right in front of him.

“I think there’s a lot of people who think you’re amazing.” You reply quietly. He shrugs. “Maybe. I’d like to think so.” You smile at each other before continuing down the hall.

NOOOOOO THE CLIFFHANGER IN CHAPTER 5 I WAS LITERALLY GETTING SO INTO IT OMGGG😭😭😭😭😭😭 gahhh i love your writing you have no idea how happy i get when i see you post a chapter🫶 is there perhaps… a chance of you giving a rough estimate of when ch 6 is gonna be out… NOT RUSHING YOU OFC i just rlly look forward to it

AAAHHH I KNOWWW i felt so bad leaving y'all on a cliffhanger but... it's what had to be done... LMAO anyways if i had to give a rough estimate, i would say chapter 6 will be out in a week or so? a little over a week? i'm getting really into the story now and the past couple of weeks i've had writers block so now i'm on a roll! i'm also trying to get this series done before school starts again, so hopefully the chapters will be coming out more frequently! we only have 5 more to go! <333 I LOVE YOU ANON

Pls Pls Pls do the next part of Mind over Matter it’s so cute I can’t wait!!! 🤭🤭❤️❤️

Love you Angel!!

it’s up my love!! ❤️❤️ thank you for the kind words!!