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Warning: Mild Swearing.

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Caleb Chartier

The driver came to pick me up from school. He was late. Just as he always was when dropping me off and picking me up. I could've walked home and made it back faster.

But then again, I couldn't blame him. My siblings were the top priority and he was probably instructed to pick them up first. I was just a little mosquito feeding off of their smarts and power.

I arrived soon to an empty house. My six siblings were doing their extracurriculars.

From oldest to youngest, all of my siblings were smart. I was considered the middle child. Alia, Alex, Franchis, Jia, Quinton and Harry. In total there was seven of us.

As soon as middle school had started, I was constantly behind them. My grades were never good, I struggled with grasping subjects and wasn't athletic. The only good thing about me was my last name, Chartier. Because of that, I was outcasted and ignored. What worth paying attention to something useless?

Every look my father gave me was one of disappointment and disgust. He gave me the smallest room, smallest amount of food, and no allowance. My family knew nothing about me as I knew nothing about them.

That's why when Glint came into play.. I was so happy. They started off with little notes in my locker and desks.. then it escalated into notes in my room and little presents laying around. It gave me a sense of thrill and enjoyment. I wanted to meet this person.

Maybe there was something wrong with me, but what did it matter? No one cared.

I walked up to my room and opened the door. It was a pretty big room compared to most people's. After all, my family was filthy rich (literally filthy). The only thing I had in there was a bed near the window, clothing racks, drawers, a desk and some posters hanging on the wall.

I sat at my desk that I usually never use. I took a sticky note and listed 1, 2, 3, and 4. I would be asking four questions I was the most confused about.

1. Why did you start "stalking me??"

2. Who are you? (At least give me some sort of hint).

3. What's your motive?

4. What do you know about me?

From: Caleb Chartier.

I sighed and leaned back in my desk chair. It was about time I found out some things.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

You have been added into the 'GRADE 11 GC!'

Your contact, 'Gracy' has added you.

I opened the group chat up and checked the members. Literally everyone in my grade was added here. I guess Grace had added me too.

709-298-7493

anyone have the answers for the AP calc hw? HELP

Delivered | 2:34 P.M.

209-379-7382

LMAOO WHO MADE THIS GC

Delivered | 2:34 P.M.

407-729-7263

Who found my number #?

Delivered | 2:34 P.M.

174-038-8363

is it okay if I add someone?

Delivered | 2:35 P.M.

I huffed out a laugh. But seriously, who made this? All this will cause is drama a chaos. I shrugged and read through the messages. Well whatever, someone else can deal with it!

388-928-7232

Kayla Megan's is a slut!

Delivered | 2:35 P.M.

388-928-7232

Every football player here can confirm that.

FUCK YOU MEGANS!

Delivered | 2:35 P.M.

Okay.. random.

I decided to put my phone down and turn off my notifications. I did not want to hear all of that texting.

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The next day I woke up earlier and ready. I wanted to get the note I wrote in the locker before first period began. So to do this, I needed to leave early.

And in order to do that, I'll need to walk since the personal driver sucks.

The walk wasn't even long and only took a couple of minutes. I was surprised to see how many people came to school at 6:00 A.M. The halls were crowded and classrooms too.

I squeezed my way to my lockers and quickly opened it. I wondered how Glint got in my locker. How did he know the lock combination?

I ignored the thought. Glint knows everything.

I pushed my bag in and then the note. I left it on one of the hooks, visible when you open it.

I really hope I got a response. I wanted to know who this person was and not just who they wanted me to see.

In the meantime, I decided to head to my first period classroom so I wouldn't be in a rush.

Being skinny and short was honestly a superpower. You could slide between people easily. Even through this crowd, I made it—

Until I bumped into someone.

I groaned as I was thrown back. What the fuck? Why are they as hard as a brick wall?!

I looked up to see cold green eyes.

"You okay?" he asked. I realized I never heard his voice. Deep and cold, a match to his exterior appearance. I immediately went ridged. Why was it so difficult to talk near him?

"Y-yeah t-thanks." I forced out.

Kane smiled. "Good." he said.

He held out his hand for me to grab. I grasped onto it and was pulled up with minimal effort. As soon as I got up, I noticed how he towered over me. It was like he was looking down on me and it gave me the chills.

"S-sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized, noticing that his pale hand had a brown birthmark between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Don't worry about it Caleb."

I paused. How did he know my name?

"How do you know my name?" I asked before I could stop myself. I mentally smacked myself.

"We're in the same class. Why wouldn't I?"

"O-oh. I just wasn't expecting it." I mumbled. "Thanks for helping me up, but I've got to go now."

Kane nodded. "See you later." he said.

"See you."

Okay what the heck was that interaction? I thought as I finally arrived in first period. That was the second time I've seen him smile in the whole year.

I pulled out my phone and was about to text Grace what happened. That was until I saw a new message.

My eyes landed on a contact I had definitely not saved before.

'Glint.'

What the fuck?

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