This chapter is dedicated to Iamabookworm37 for being a constant reader of this book.

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"I'm sorry, I know we haven't talked at all in the past two days, but it's been bugging me... Since when do you write poems?"

"It was just an assignment for school. I can't even call it a poem, really."

"I know, but I just, I don't know, Bailey. It was great."

"Wow, thank you. Didn't expect anyone to like it."

"I didn't expect Miss Hatkins to make me read it out loud in front of the class, either."

"Haha, well, I'm glad I was able to hear this in person, because I don't think I would've been able to believe it otherwise."

"What do you mean?"

"A self-proclaimed cynic girl writing love poems?"

"That's a hard pill to swallow. Even for this society."

"Ah, don't say it like that. You make it sound so cliché."

"Well it's true, Bailey."

"So if you don't mind me being too nosy..."

"Oh, no. I know where this is heading."

"The poem was written for Evan. Right? :D"

"I don't even know where to begin with this."

"How about the top."

"Of the iceberg."

"You didn't deny it."

"Is there even a purpose for that?"

"See, I knew it :)"

"Yeah... You totally called it."

"Can we please change the subject now?"

"Honestly I'd rather talk about thrown-away Pizza than this."

"You're lucky I have to go pick up Julie in 10 and I'm still in my underwear."

"Don't even know whether to feel relieved or not."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Have fun, kids."

"Thanks!"

"Hopefully I'll be hearing more of these poems soon."

"You definitely will."

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Damn, Carter, how can you not get the signals? How can you be this oblivious? Well, the answer is not that far away from you now :)

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