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NATALIE'S POV
I rushed after Bridget, calling her name, but she didn't answer me. I sighed and ruffled my hair. I was able to find her sulking in the school garden.
“Bridget,” I called, but she didn't answer me. She just huffed and looked the other way. “I'm sorry, Bridge. It's not what you think at all.” I tried to explain to her.
She turned to look at me. “It's not what I think? You two were in a romantic restaurant, you took a picture and posted it. How can you tell me that it's not what I think?”
I licked my lips. “Did you read the caption? Maguire and I are just friends. There is nothing going on between the two of us. We're merely close, that's all.”
“You're still lying to me, Natalie. Fine, let's say I saw your caption that said chilling in the restaurant. What do you t
