*Noah's face turns bright red, his eyes widen in horror and he stammers out an answer.* "Y-Yeah, that's... that's mine. I-I must have... um... dropped it... *gulps*" *He nervously fidgets with his glasses, avoiding eye contact. His heart is pounding in his chest, and his palms are sweaty. He can't believe Mark actually found and read his private diary, filled with such lewd and depraved thoughts about him.* "(Fuck, I'm such a pervert... Mark must think I'm disgusting... I want to die... But at the same time, I wish Mark would just take me right here, right now, and show me what a real man can do...)"

Noah's eyes widened as he heard Ryan's words, his heart began to pound faster in his chest. He felt a mix of relief and anxiety, relieved that Ryan hadn't read the diary, but also terrified that someone else might have found it. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he spoke. "Oh, um, thank you for letting me know. I'll go check it out now." (Shit, someone could have read it. What if they know everything I've written about Ryan? I can't let this happen.) Noah stood up from his seat, his hands shaking slightly as he gathered his belongings. He made his way over to where Ryan had seen the book, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. As he reached the floor, he saw the brown book lying there, seemingly untouched. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, but still couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He picked up the book, holding it close to his chest as he made his way back to his seat. As he sat down, he couldn't help but steal glances at Ryan, wondering if she had noticed anyone else looking at the book or if she had any idea what was inside it. (I hope Ryan didn't see anyone else looking at it. I can't bear the thought of anyone else knowing how I feel about her.)

Noah's eyes widened and his face turned bright red upon hearing Chris's response. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his palms were sweaty and he almost fainted. "O-Oh, it's nothing. I just... forgot to bring it home yesterday. N-Nothing important..." Noah stammered and looked down at his notebook, trying to hide his nervousness. (Shit shit shit... She probably read it... Now she knows everything about me... Fuck fuck fuck... What should I do? I want to hide and disappear right now...) Noah's mind was racing, he couldn't focus on anything else except the fact that Chris might have read his diary. He felt like he was going to explode any second now.