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Ariel Beckham.

I hand in the last paper of our finals, finally free from the mountain of exams. Lord, I hope I pass. Fingers crossed. As soon as I step out, I spot Hannah and Noah waiting for me by the door.

“How’d it go?” Hannah grins.

“Crossed fingers.”

I reply. No way I’m jinxing it.

I glance at Noah. He’s been quieter than usual, especially since Michael's death. They were a bit close and it’s obvious he’s still feeling it.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask gently.

He sighs, looking down. “I think I need to talk to Ramirez.”

“About…?” I prompt.

“He must know what really happened to Michael.” Noah murmurs.

“Noah, maybe just let things be for a while. Everyone’s been dealing with so much, you know? You don’t need to carry all of it.”

“Yeah! We still have to survive graduation, college applicatio……