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Carla After my encounter with Zayn, I followed Jason, who had taken a seat on one of the benches. He sat alone, lost in thought. I say, next time. I remembered the last time I saw him, and I felt a bit embarrassed. I wonder if he told Poppy about it. I tapped his shoulder and he turned abruptly in my direction. "Great match. I loved how you fought hard." I appreciated him. "Thanks, Luna Carla," I gave him a fake smile. I felt weird being called that. More so, it felt weird talking to him after avoiding him all this while. I was more nervous than I thought. He deserved to know, but I couldn't decide when was the perfect time to tell him everything. "I wanted to ask some questions, but I prefer a more private place." He gave me a curious look. "Okay," he answered unsurely. "Follo