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ig•nore
/iɡˈnôr/
1. refuse to take notice of or acknowledge; disregard intentionally.
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Louis POV
i walked home, in silence,
i get it now, why she hated me so much.
when i got home i closed the door and saw Millie walk down the stairs,
"so, what did you and Charlotte talk about?" she asks.
"nothing," i say and walk past her and up the stairs.
"what do you mean nothing?" she shouts.
"i mean, nothing, we didn't talk about anything," i say slamming the door to my bedroom.
i sit down on my bed, putting my face in my hands.
i messed up big time, my phone buzzes and i pick it up.
we finish the project, then i never want to see or talk to you ever again.
Charlotte writes,
fine by me,
i say,
i toss my phone to the other side of my bed and lay down, i was an asshole, no wonder she hated me so much.
my bedroom door opens,
"i'm not in the mood to talk," i say without looking for who it is.
"jeez, just wanted to see if you want anything from the shops, mums making me go get some food." Issie says.
"oh, no, i'm fine," i say with slight annoyance in my voice.
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the following Monday Charlotte walked into class completely ignoring me, she had the right too.
we only talked during the time we had during class to work on the project, which wasn't often.
i felt bad, really bad, i said those things about her because at the time, i really liked her.
she seemed so, confident and independent, but after her dad passed, that all went away.
i know i shouldn't have said those things, i know it was wrong of me.
but there was no way in hell, that she would forgive me.
and i just had to live with that,
why should i care?
she was always rude to me,
she had the right,
i don't care about her,
not even a little.
