I went outside to get the mail.

After we left the banquet, Bennett stole Bentley’s limousine and dropped all of us off. He promised he’ll return our abandoned pajamas back at his apartment when he gets the chance. Jordan offered for all of us to go out to eat, hoping it’ll lighten Bennett’s mood, but he turned it down, saying it was late and that we should go to sleep. I was worried about the dress since it’s obviously not mine, but Bennett told me I could keep it. It’s probably because he both doesn’t want anything to do with it, and that I couldn’t just take it off and return it to him then and there. Now it hangs inside my closet, which I’m not planning to wear it anytime soon with the guilt of keeping it.

I have to admit, I didn’t sleep much that night, since my head was still replaying the events that night. But I must’ve fallen asleep sometime later because I woke up with my parents screaming at me to get up so we can open our presents. We opened our presents, both from each other and distance family. Then we checked our trap for Santa only to find that he fooled it once again and escaped.

Better luck next year.

So I went out the house to get mail for any late Christmas postcards from any of my family. I was hoping for some cookies or money in the cards especially for me. When I went outside, I found the whole front yard was covered it a blanket of snow. Before I could even react, my mom ran right past me and jumped into the snow with my dad coming outside with blankets. I promised my mom I’ll make snow angels after she goes back to normal body temperature when she went back inside for some hot chocolate. I went over to the mailbox and took out a couple of letters.

As I headed back to the house with the smell of hot chocolate meeting me, I looked through the letters to see one was specifically addressed only to me unlike the others for the Lorraine family. Curious, I tore the envelope open and took out the letter inside it. My eyes read each word, each sentence, and read line after line faster and faster. My hands unconsciously crumpled the paper the more I read. I stopped at the end of the letter and simply folded the letter and went inside for some hot chocolate.

It was night now, around nine, meaning it took me about thirty minutes to get to Valley Park, using only one bus and walking the rest of the way. It started snowing, just a light sprinkle of snow that didn’t seem to bother me as much. I was sure to wear something fit for the weather, a black pea coat with dark jeans and combat boots along with a bright red scarf wrapped around my neck, big enough to cover the bottom half of my face. My glasses were fogging up with the cold weather, making me rub it with a sleeve time to time to see clearer again.

I finally arrived to the spot, right smack at the middle of the park. I waited there for a couple minutes, rubbing my hands together and blowing hot air onto them, with my breath looking like a cloud of smoke. I couldn’t help but pretended I was smoking for a few seconds before trying to warm my hands again. I didn’t know how long I was there, I just knew I was there long enough to want to go back home. I was about to turn around to try to catch the next bus back when a voice stopped me.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

I paused and a small smirk formed on my face. I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him.   

“Why wouldn’t I Parker?”

He didn’t look any different than the last time I saw him. From the towering height he was from me to the bright blue eyes I used to love to stare at. The only noticeable difference was the shorter hair he seemed to be hiding under a black beanie as he wore reasonable clothes for the weather.

He let out a small shrug. “A chance to punch me?”

“Actually, that crossed my mind,” I admitted.

Parker smile a bit. “I know you so well, don’t-“

“Why are you here?” I asked cutting him off, not liking the small smile he made.

“I just… I just wanted to talk,” he told me.

“Well we’re talking now, aren’t we?” I asked, glancing around. “I didn’t come here for anything, so make it quick. We’ll talk, I punch you, and then we leave.”

He took a cautious step back.

I raised an eyebrow at that. “If you’re not going to let me punch you, I might as well be leaving.”

Suddenly he took my hand to stop me, but I wasn’t going anywhere, yet anyway. Surprised by this action, I jerked my hand away. Parker blinked and took a step back again.

“I’m sorry.”

I glared at him, as I put my hands in my pockets. “You better me. You can’t just grab a girl’s hand unless you want-“

“I don’t mean that. I mean, yeah, I’m sorry about that, but I’m also… sorry.”

I realized what he meant and looked away. “Stop saying sorry, it’s annoying.”

“I uh-” He paused and then muttered, “Sorry.”

I shook my head. “Don’t think you can make everything feel better with a simple sorry.”

“I know,” he said. “What I did was so unforgivable-“

“Uh-huh.”

“Stupid.”

“Keep going.”

“Idiotic.”

“Same thing.”

“Disgu-“

“I’m going to have to stop you there,” I said as I held out my hand to him.

He looked at it. “What?”

I motioned my fingers to motion him to come. “C’mon, cough it up.”

“Cough what-“

“Don’t play stupid with me,” I snapped. “I know you have a speech in your pocket.”

Parker paused then slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. I snatched it out of his hand and stuffed it into my own pocket. I would have ripped it to shreds for effect, but I didn’t want to litter the ground.

“If it counts,” he muttered, trying to defend himself, “I completely forgot what I wrote and was just improvising.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, not buying it. “Well you were doing great with how unforgivable, stupid, and idiotic you were, oh wait, still are.”

He chuckled. “Well, at least I know you’re still your snarky self.”

“Is that why you left? To get away from my snarky self?”

“No,” he denied quickly, too quickly. He realized the fast denial and assured me, “I’m not lying, Naomi, please believe that.”

I scoffed. “Believe? You’re asking me to believe what comes out of your lying mo-“

“I know that was a stupid thing to ask. I know that you would never believe anything I would say. But I know that you will still listen to me. For Pete’s sake, you’re out in the snow just to see me Naomi! So just let me talk before you can go back to hating me again.”

There was a long paused between the both of us, until I said softly, “Fine, talk.”

“I left because… because I couldn’t go there anymore.” He looked at me and stopped me before I could say it. “No, I don’t mean because of my grades. I just couldn’t face you.”

“Oh, how touching,” I spat. “You hated me so much you left the school.”

“It’s not like that,” he told me. “It was that guilt after breaking up with you, I just… couldn’t.”

I gritted my teeth, from both the cold and my impatience. “Just get to the point Parker. Tell me why I’m here. Tell me why I should be here in the first place. Tell me why I’m in the middle of this stupid park, freezing my ass off!” I exclaimed.

He glared at me. “You want to know why? You want to know why I broke up with you?”

“Yes thank you! Why else will- Wait, what?”

“It’s because I lied to you! I lied!”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah, another excuse, just throw it with the others. Do I look like I care about another lie? I had enough about you and your lies.” I looked at him. “Why are giving me that look for? You think I was going to dramatically gasp? Plead why you lied to me again? Become a blubbering crying mess? Then think that everything will be a-okay? Fat chance Parker, if that’s all you wanted to tell me, I’m going home now.”

Like I expected, he didn’t say anything. I tsked him and shoved past him, about to go home when he said something that stopped me.

“It was Raymond.”

“Do you have a whole list of excuses for-”

“He was like a broken record. He kept on repeating ‘we wouldn’t last’, ‘we wouldn’t last’. Of course I didn’t believe it, because I wanted it to last, so I ignored him. He warned me to break up with you while I still had the chance like back at the after-game party, but once again, I ignored him. Then he told me something got me.”

Parker turned to look at me. “He didn’t tell me he’ll kick me out of the football team. He didn’t tell me he’ll ruin my life. He didn’t tell me he’ll have everyone turn against me. I didn’t care if or even when he did. As long as I’m with you, I wouldn’t care about anything else. When he realized that, he figured out how to get me.”

“You can’t mean that he threatened to turn the whole school against me,” I told him. “I’ve been living like that for years.

“It wasn’t that,” Parker said. “He knew that I couldn’t watch as people bullied you and he also knew wouldn't be able to protect you. I couldn’t go to the guys for help, my stupid pride won’t let me, they wouldn’t help me, and you four hated each other because of me.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you bullied right in front of me. Only, it wasn’t like those times I bullied you, when I was behind that punch-” I saw him cringe at the memory or memories, clenching his fists “-I couldn’t bear seeing you get hurt, and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“I keep on replaying that day again and again. I keep on wishing that I could find a way to protect you, while still with you. But I didn’t. I knew to protect you, I had to let you go.”

That was when I had enough. I was done.

“You idiot!” I exclaimed, making him flinch. “You’re such an idiot! I hate you so much! How can you do something so stupid?” I demanded.

He stammered, “I uh-“

“I spent eleven years being bullied! What’s one more year with people bullying me until I graduate out of that prison? I didn’t care if I was bullied as long as I was with y-” I didn’t finish that. I didn’t want to.

“I’ll tell you I love you but you wouldn’t believe- No, I’m telling you I love you. There, I said it. I don’t care if you hate me, both for doing this and saying that stupid word. I know it’s a stupid word because it was the very thing that broke us up. At the same time, it isn’t because it’s the very thing that’s making us stand here.”

I took out the paper out of my pocket and my eyes looked through it. “Are you sure you didn’t rehearse this?” I muttered, seeing a few key words of this conversation.

“Like I said, improvisation, you’re not following the script.” He let out a sigh, causing a smoke of his air show from the cold. “I took my mom’s offer to send me to boarding school as we moved out of the city because I was so guilty. It gave us a chance to have a new start and for me to get away from the guilt, but I instead took it with me, everywhere I go.”

“So what now?” I asked him. “What happens now?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I repeated.

“Nothing happens. I’m here to visit my aunt for the excuse to see you. I’d do anything for things to be the way it was, but it can’t.”

“So that’s it?” I said in disbelief. “You come back all of a sudden, have this huge speech rehearsed, and think it’s okay to just leave just like that?”

“Maybe,” Parker admitted. “I just wanted to see you though. And maybe to get that punch I deserve, if you’re still up for it.”

My fist have been itching to punch him the moment I saw him, and been begging for this moment to come. But they didn’t, they didn’t move. It was like both him and the snow drained the anger away from my fist, and I was left confused, sad, and weak. He must’ve known this because he did the exact opposite of what I wanted to do.

He leaned close to me, with one hand he dipped the red scarf that covered the lower half of my face down. I just stood there as if I was frozen, which wasn’t very hard to act given it’s freezing outside. He tilted his head and leaned down closer and closer but I suddenly turned my head away. He paused, getting it. So instead, he said something to me.

“My greatest regret,” he whispered, “was letting you go.”

Then it was like he vanished. Maybe he walked away, or awkwardly stood there for a while until he knew there was nothing else to do but walk away. I didn’t know how long I was there, how much longer I could stand in the snow before freezing to death. That was when a tear trickled down my face, making me hastily wipe it with my sleeve before it could freeze and I had a visible mark that I cried. But they didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop because I was crying now, having me put my face in my hands. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, trying so hard to hold back the tears for so long. When he broke up with me, I told myself not to cry, I cried too much for the bullying, I wouldn’t cry about a stupid fake relationship. But all of this time, I believed a lie that was too clear to be seen, and now that I know the truth, I’m crying, and crying, and crying, letting the tears come out.

My greatest regret, I thought to myself, was believing him.

-

They gave up.

They decided it was my monthly time given my quiet self after that night. Of course, I would have snapped at them it wasn’t, but it was a better than telling them the truth. If I did tell them, they would have easily tracked him down and did what I couldn’t do, beat him black and blue. Though I wouldn’t really mind that, I wasn’t in the mood for any of that.

So instead they left me food, chocolates, vanilla ice cream, strawberry candy, and some chick flicks. It was all sweet of them (notice the pun of the sweets they gave me) but it didn’t seem to help. Sure, it did help my appetite, it didn’t help my mood. It wasn’t until Jordan left the teddy bear from the fair, TD, on my bed of the base did I have the last straw. Instead of throwing him out of the window –the bear, not Jordan mind you- I left the base with the guys who didn’t want to leave me by myself. We were eating ice cream from an ice cream truck we passed by, each of us with our own flavors. I got Neapolitan while the guys got vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.

“Well if isn’t my favorite brother.”

All at once, the scoop from our ice cream cones plop onto the ground.

“No!”

Jordan dramatically went down on his knees to mourn for his ice cream. I would have laughed at his misery if the same thing didn’t happen to me.

“No!”

So I also went down on my knees to mourn for my ice cream.

The limousine was right next to us. The black tinted window was slid down to reveal Bentley’s smiling face at us.

Bennett glared at his brother. “I’m your only brother.”

“Yeah, but not my only-“

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

“And why did you have to scare the ice cream out of our cones?” Jordan and I begged.

Declan let out a sigh and began eating the cone itself. “May you melt in peace.”

“I’m here for Naomi.”

I looked up at the sound of my name. “What do you want from me?”

“I promised that we’ll keep in touch,” he said. “Let’s go eat somewhere later.”

Jordan paused from his heart melting eulogy for our ice creams, Declan choked on the cone he was eating, and Bennett just glared at his brother even more.

“Where to?” I asked.

They looked at me. “You’re actually going with him?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I just want to know what food I could’ve eaten if I were to go.”

“Why won’t you go?” Bentley asked. “It’s free rich people food.”

 “I’ll let you go if I can go too,” Jordan said to Bentley without missing a beat.

He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m only asking Naomi.”

“Then no, I won’t allow it, you’re forbidden to go.”

It was like reverse psychology there. I was irked that he can just say that so causally that I said:

“Alright then, I will go eat with you.”

I ignored them as they tried to talk me out of this. They even kept on talking outside of my room as I chose clothes for myself. It wasn’t like I wanted to go eat somewhere with Bentley. I clearly didn’t want to go with him. But really, I wanted to do something that would make me forget about that night with Parker, even if it were to go on a date with Bentley. I walked over to the spot where Bentley and I decided we should meet with the guys following right behind me. The car drove before me making me stare at it.

“A Bentley?” I asked in disbelief. “You have a Bentley? You drive a Bentley?”

The car door opened and slammed shut with Bentley coming to the sidewalk. He dressed what seemed to be casually to him with a black blazer and sweater, but it made me feel out of place with simple jeans and a sweater. Bentley gave me a once over with my outfit and muttered something to himself.

“Yeah, my name is Bentley and I drive a Bentley,” he said in a mocking tone as Jordan and Declan burst out laughing at the irony of someone driving their namesake. “I think my dad bought it for me for my 16th birthday to be funny or was just oblivious. Either way, I never thought he had a sense of humor.”

“That is so sad,” Jordan said.

“I mean, it’s a sweet car and all,” Declan said, “but still…”

Probably angry at their comments, it made Bentley say this next.

“How sweet, you guys are seeing Naomi off on her date,” he cooed.

Declan smiled and cracked his knuckles. “How about we see you off of this world instead then?”

Bentley’s bodyguards magically appeared behind him. “Would you like to go first?”

“Guys, just stop it,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he assured them. “I’ll give her back intact, alright? The restaurant is only a couple of blocks away anyway. I don’t see why you guys are so worried.”

“How can we not be worried?” Jordan demanded. “She’s with you. You kidnapped her.”

 “Oh c’mon, it wasn’t that bad. You guys were there,” he said as he opened the car door for me. “Now say goodbye to your friends, Naomi.”

“Goodbye to your friends Naomi,” I said.

He closed the door, but I could actually feel the laser eyes through the window and onto me. Just as he was starting the car, his bodyguards got into the backseat and closed their doors in unison. I glanced back at them, feeling nervous at how his bodyguards are following us like a shadow. Is he in that much danger to always have them at his side?

Just like Bentley said, we arrived at the restaurant that was only a few blocks away. With a reservation, our table was already waiting for us. We both took our seats as his bodyguards casually stood by our table like statues part of the restaurant décor. It was the conscious feeling that they were there that made Bentley noticed how uncomfortable I was. I mean, I was already so uncomfortable in this big, high-class, five star restaurant, the bodyguards aren’t helping.

“Leave us. You guys can go away on your dinner break,” Bentley told them distractedly as he looked through the menu, waving them off.

Neither of them moved.

Bentley rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Soon enough, his bodyguards got their own table, not too close, but not too far either. It was funny how they were casually looking into the menus, but didn’t look at all interested in eating.

“How can you act so normal with bodyguards following you around?” I asked him.

He glanced up from his menu and shrugged. “I had him since I was little.”

“Him?” I repeated.

“Edwin,” he said as he looked back at his menu. “He was my bodyguard since I was little.”

“You make it sound like he’s your childhood toy.”

“You can compare it like that if you want,” he said. “It’s pretty dangerous in my family, being rich and all. So we’re a pretty easy target for kidnappers. Not wanting to waste money on a ransom, we use that very money for a fully trained, well experienced bodyguard for life. Well, until you get older. The older you get, the more bodyguards you need, cue the reason I have two. I’m due for another one when I’m out of college.”

I glanced back at them. “So you got your other bodyguard recently when you were in high school?”

“Yes and no. Simon used to be Bennett’s,” he said.

Once again, he talked about them like they’re some hand-me-down toys.

“Used to be?”

“Like me, Bennett had two bodyguards,” Bentley explained. “Then he suddenly paid one of them to retire early, while the other, Simon, became mine before Bennett lived off by himself.”

I was about to say something, but Bentley caught a waiter’s attention.

“I’d have a steak, well done, while she’ll have a salad,” he told the waiter as he handed him the menus.

I made a face. “I don’t want a salad.”

“Just water then?”

I decided to ignore him in this and looked at the waiter. “I want a steak as well.”

Bentley blinked. “A steak?”

“Yeah, make it raw too,” I added.

The both of them gave me blank stares.

“Of course not. I want my steak well done as well.”

The waiter nodded slowly and quickly shuffled away.

Bentley straightened himself. “Well, you certainly aren’t like most girls, I can tell that much.”

I smirked. “Good.”

He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned it on the table. “Is it really?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Bentley shrugged. “All I’m saying is-“

He stopped himself when the waiter set our food on the table. I did a near double take as I stared at the food before me.

“That was fast.”

“That’s the reason this is a five star restaurant,” Bentley said in a duh tone. “We’re impatient people and want fast service.”

“You know, there’s this thing called fast food, right?”

He blinked. “Fast… food?” He repeated slowly, trying out the new words at himself.

I let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Is it that type of cuisine where everything is very greasy and cheap?” He asked.

“Well… I wouldn’t say it like that.”

“Naomi, this is a rich person’s version of fast food. Yes, it may be fast and it may be food, but ours is expensive and it’s good quality.”

I had enough of rich people logic and began eating the food. Bentley figured it out as well and began to eat his food.

“I doubt this will be as good as Bennett’s food,” he muttered.

I paused from what Bentley said and looked at him. “What did you say?”

“You know my brother cooks, right?” He asked me with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sure you of all people should know this.”

I nodded. “Yes, I know. I just didn’t know that you knew.”

“He always liked to cook. I would make fun of him, telling him that guys don’t cook and that he doesn’t need to anyway, since we have our own private chefs. Obviously, our father didn’t like it, saying the exact same thing. He didn’t care though, he still liked to cook.”

I was quiet, looking down at my food.

He chuckled to himself. “I remember when we were younger, I would take some food he made when he wasn’t looking. Though I did it just to make him mad, the food was also the reason. My favorite was his caramel brownies.” I saw a small smile from him, which he suddenly covered when he cleared his throat.

“Does anyone else know he wants to be a chef?”

He shook his head. “No, and I doubt anyone will. My father will do anything to hide the fact as long as it can. I mean, a kid whose been raised to be a business man, but rather than following his father’s footsteps, he walks over to the servant-” he caught himself “-the path of an actually working job.”

“So you wouldn’t say anything,” I said, trying to make sure.

“No, of course not. I mean, sometimes I would tease him that I could accidentally slip the fact he cooks, but I wouldn’t really.”

“I think it’ll be nice to see Bennett as a chef, not as a hobby, but as a living,” I told him.

Bentley snorted. “Yeah, that’ll be something. The heir to the company runs away to become a chef.”

“But he’s doing just that.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “At first I as well as everyone thought he was doing it for the attention, for father to notice him. It was too late when we realized he was actually serious. That speech he made at the banquet made it really clear. That so called “stunt” as my father calls it, made a fool of himself, the family name, and the company.”

I asked, “What about you? Don’t you want to own the company yourself?”

“I uh-“ He furrowed his eyebrows together and leaned back in his chair. “No one has ever asked me that before.”

“Well, I’m asking you now.”

Bentley thought about this. “Well… I don’t know. For a long time I understood that I’m not getting anything, and I respect that. I think I’m alright, at least I won’t feel the pressure of inheriting the company.”

“The same pressure Bennett is going through.”

“Exactly,” he said.

“Why did you take me on this date?” I asked him. “It’s obvious you’re not the least interested in me. It’s the same for me. I don’t find you at all-” He gave me a raised eyebrow look “-I’m not going to finish that because I'm nice. But you're also a year younger than me.”

He shrugged. “To annoy my brother, if it isn’t that obvious enough. Are you okay with that?”

I shrugged as well. “I don’t blame you.”

Someone cleared their throat and we looked up to see one of Bentley’s bodyguards, Edwin I think.

Bentley narrowed his eyes at him and asked in irritation, “What is it? Can’t you see I’m in a middle of a conversation?”

His bodyguard leaned down and whispered something into Bentley’s ear. Though it was quiet, it was probably the first, and maybe the last time I’ll ever hear something from one of his bodyguards. Bentley frowned, having this confused look on his face when he got the message and muttered something back to his bodyguard before he left to his private table.

“What is it?” I asked him.

He motioned his finger for me to come closer. I leaned across the table and had him whisper something into my ear. I didn’t like it, but I knew how to handle it.

We left the restaurant once we were done with our food. Bentley ordered, sorry, asked his bodyguards to wait for them in the limousine. Bentley didn’t want me to drop off too soon while the night was “still young”, so we decided on walking together on the streets. I didn’t know how long we walked and talked, but I told him that we should be heading back now. In reply, he suddenly grabbed my hand, making me yelp in surprise, and took a sharp right into an alley.

Then out of nowhere, the guys appeared. All three of them looked scared, confused, and most of all, pissed off. Before they could beat the living daylights out of Bentley though, they faced my own pissed off look. I stood there, boiling mad, with my arms crossed and tapping my foot to a steady beat.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded from them.

Jordan blinked. “I uh-“

“Wait what?” Declan asked.

Bennett looked around. “Did that, um…”

I held back the urge to explode on them and explained, “Bentley’s bodyguards saw you guys following us, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until they saw you sneaking around the restaurant did they tell us.”

“You scared the crap out of me!” Jordan exclaimed.

“Why did you use the Trace Ace app on us?” Declan asked.

In my hand was my phone that had the Trace Ace app opened on the screen, having pushed the emergency button to call the guys.

“Why not?” I asked.

“She has a point there,” Declan muttered.

Bennett glared at his brother. “Why did you take her into the alley?”

Bentley held his hands up in defense, showing his innocence. “She told me to do it in order to scare you guys.”

“I should be calling on Article 15, section five in stalking on dates,” I began, my eye twitching at the words.

“Article what?” Bentley repeated.

I ignored him. “But of course, that article is void. So I just want to tell you clearly, though it may be void, you still can’t go around doing this.”

“But it shows we care,” Jordan whined

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, and I thank you guys for that. But next time you do it, try to be less obvious. For Pete’s sake, you guys are gang-” I caught myself and coughed “-ganging up on me, so stop it.”

“As much as I’d love to see friends quarrel, Naomi and I should get back on our date,” Bentley said.

“Date?” They repeated.

“Date?” I repeated as well. “It’s late though.”

Bentley considered that. “Yes, you’re right. Then let’s go on another date then,” he said brightly.

I blinked. “You want to go on another date?” I asked slowly.

“Yes, you’re different from other girls. I never had this much fun in a date in… ever. I mean, sure, you cost me more with the surprising steak rather than a salad-”

I fist bump with Jordan and Declan.

“-it was still fun,” he finished.

“She’s not going on another date with you,” Bennett told him.

“You’re free to come with us if you’re so jealous,” Bentley told his brother, “like some sort of chaperone to make sure we don’t get to handsy.” Bentley winked at me, and I hoped he was joking about that.

Bennett frowned. “I know for sure Naomi won’t let you do that-“

“Did I mention it might be the same restaurant father’s friends love to go? It would be just terrible if I were to say… make it a conversation starter on how you love to cook in order to impress Naomi,” he said with a sly grin.

“Fine,” he spat.

“Great,” he said with a smile. “It’s a date.”

This was probably the hardest chapter I have ever written. The first part I mean, the second part was obviously easy. I wanted to write the first part of the chapter for... closure. It was for those who were Parkomi fans to be more specific. Honestly, I really like Parkomi, I was happy writing those scenes with them. I shared you guys the classic song "Where Is the Love?" by Black Eyed Peas in order to calm you guys down before you blew up when Parker came back. Hopefully it worked. I heard the song in the radio just today and I instantly wanted to put it in the chapter. 

And guess what! I will also be having Spanish and Urdu (though in English lettering) translations of my book as well! For the Spanish translation, Jenniferstarz will be writing it. And for the Urdu translation, it'll be Artemis920. Thank you so much for doing this! So wow, let's see: French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Urdu and soon Filipino (Tagalog most likely) will be coming soon. There's this cool quirk where I can see where in the world people are reading this book, and I nearly... (ha) I might have teared up in amazement at how worldwide the book is. It's just... amazing. I'm just happy for spreading bullying awareness through a way people can enjoy, rather than be depressed, but be able to love and laugh as well. I also reached 6 million you guys, so thank you, all of you.

Also I read some Creepypasta, well actually listen to it on Youtube by Top10Memes, love the channel. I only went up to the second one, “The Russian Sleep Experiment” and made a mistake of looking it up on Google. How about you guys watch it and tell me what you think. Anyway, I’ll be going to sew my eyes wide now, thank you. Love you, and I hope you guys won't hate me for sharing it to you... 

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