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Chapter 8- F You and Jennifer- 2

A/N: Okay I'm so sorry for not updating for like two weeks! I just had some stuff going on, but I'll try to have a more consistent schedule now!

Chapter 8- F You and Jennifer- 2

Word Count- 1745

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I walked into the gym feeling more worried than I wanted to. What if everyone laughs at me? What if no one cares? What if they think my song sucks? I took a deep breath. No, you'll be okay. Besides, it doesn't matter what other people think, you're doing this for you.

I still had 30 minutes before I went on, so I took some time to catch up with friends from my old school. There had to have been at least 30 people who came. That was actually more than I thought.

Soon enough, Flynn called me backstage to set up. I gave her the flash drive with my track on it. "Give it up for Dahlia Molina'' Flynn announced, once we got everything ready. I stood at the microphone stand while the track began to play.

Listen, no, we don't need to be enemies

Ain't got tunnel vision

Vision of us in the future with a

White picket fence and eternal decisions

I almost did it, glad that I didn't

Space cakes and a Big Mac

I'm a space case but I'm sure that

All my friends fake 'cause they told me that

Shit wasn't real, it was all in my head

I imagined that, false spark

Saw them hand and hand standing outside of a Wal-Mart

Now I'm sitting here wondering, when did this all start?

Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her

Go pretend that you're just friends

I'll pretend that I'm not hurt

I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words

Fuck you and Jennifer

Go fucking make love to her

As I began to sing the chorus while looking directly at Noah, it finally started to click for him. People around him started noticing as well.

Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her

Go pretend that you're just friends

I'll pretend that I'm not hurt

I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words

Fuck you and Jennifer

Go fucking make love to her

Would rather be the girl that got away

Than be under your thumb

Don't need to spend no more time on you, not like I was in love

Not that I'm having a nervous breakdown

I'm just let down, down, down, down

You don't know what that's like though

To wait up, wait up all night though