Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘰𝘯𝘦 | 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢
𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?
I haven't texted this number in years. Honestly, I feel like the most shitty friend on earth. Disappearing for years, virtually going off the grid, and keeping myself away from everything — and, of course, everyone — that's ever hurt me in this town.
My only hope is that she hasn't forgotten our secret code phrases. They're very specific and impossible to decipher unless you're one of us. If she's forgotten, then I'm going to be utterly embarrassed.
I forgot a significant part of my childhood. Now, the damage is done.
How could I ever forget?
"Mom! No! Fuck my life!" I shouted, throwing my fist against the dashboard of the car. Groaning, I sat there debating whether to toss my phone out the moving car window. I decided against that. Rubbing my eyes underneath my dark rimmed glasses, I started to get a headache, maybe nothing less than a heartache.
"Dolcezza!" Mom exclaimed, jerking the steering wheel. "Watch your language, and don't scare the shit out of me," she grinned. Making me laugh, mom knew how to always ease my mind.
I'm an idiot! I may have a near perfect GPA, but I'm a true and utter idiot. It's been seven years, and I forgot the most important moment in my childhood life.
When we were eleven years old, me and my best friend, Emi, received our first cell phones for Christmas. We were over the moon to be able to talk to each other all night long on the phone. We no longer needed our mom's calling each other for us.
Emilia Russo, the greatest best friend in the world, was the only one who knew about my horrendously embarrassing crush on her twin brother, Jayden Russo. I never gave her the satisfaction of admitting to that crush, but she knew it was there. In all the times I'd get lost watching Jayden, subtly asking if he'd be around when we hung out, or me getting the courage to ask him to hang out with us.
Emi thought it'd be funny to give me Jayden's phone number saying that it was her number. Before I embarrassed myself, she quickly took pity on me and told me the truth, but she told me to keep her contact as Jayden's name.
