They make it to the interrogation room with only two seconds and fifty-eight nano seconds to spare according to Clayton. Chase sat in the seat in front of a two way mirror in a dark room filled with cameras, recording devices, and microphones. A stern voice spoke but not as bad as it usually is “so the professor known as Ivan recorded some data on you from yesterday and it intrigues me, why did you make the girl cry?” “Wow a terrible question right off the bat, but I made her cry cause I thought she was just pretending to be nice to me to lure me into a trap that would make her popular but when I passed out in class she was the first one to rush over to catch me, and only barely made it when I saw the cameras, then when I saw her cry her tear drops felt so warm. “She cared” was what went through my mind and for most of the seventh grade I avoided her because I felt like a big jerk.” He heard typing on the other side of the mirror, he knew they didn’t turn the mic off they wanted him to hear. “When did you start talking to her again” “I don’t remember when I remember we just sat together and to be honest I think she just enjoyed being next to me and I never understood that.” “How are you sure about that?” “I don’t know, I just noticed that she was almost always happy.” “Okay, so basically you’ve just wasted our time?” Clayton asked in a ferrous voice. “You asked the questions, I only told you what you wanted to know.” Clayton felt as if he was gonna blow a gasket. “Okay so the only thing that happened between you two in the seventh grade was you two sitting next to each other?” “Yep” he answered sarcastically. “So what happened during the school holidays?” “I avoided her the entire time. When it was Halloween I just stayed home and passed out candy. When she came to the door I wouldn’t answer because I didn’t want her to know where I lived. But she just kept on knocking she finally stopped an hour later. On Thanksgiving she invited everyone to come to her house to celebrate. Only I didn’t go, everyone else did though. I overheard a group of girls saying, “She was looking for someone throughout the entire party.” On Christmas she gave everyone presents, she even tried to give me one but I kept on rejecting it. She kept trying, she was persistent, after a fourth time I tossed the present at the wall in anger. It angered me she wouldn’t stop trying. On Valentine’s Day my locker was filled with love letters from her, there were so many I could barely open my locker. So I got a paper bag and put them all in there, I went to the front of school and burned them all.