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Pete P.O.V I pace in my room back and forth, nibbling on my lower lip. looking intensely at the shiny, deathly item sitting peacefully on my study table. I sigh looking at the sword trying to find a way to return it to Christian 'What a careless guy' I grumbled 'How can he forget it here? isn't he suppose to use it or something?' I'm so confused right now. How am I supposed to return it to him? or is he gonna come back for it? should I wait? maybe he is just busy and forgot all about it? "ahh" I groaned ruffling my hair in frustration I felt my phone in my pocket and thought of calling him 'You don't have his number, you i***t' sassed my subconscious making me sigh even more then I got a better idea. why not call someone who does! gosh Pete you're a genius. looking through my phon