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Deena.

an angry Deena tells you and you two don't work, for her to come back three weeks later and try fix it. but you have an attitude but give out fairly good points, so Deena makes you into the bad guy.

"maybe we just don't work." Deena calls as I leave her house.

"yeah. maybe we don't." I call back, slamming her door and slowly walking the quick way to my house.

as I walk to my room my mother calls to ask if I'm alright.

"I'm fine! just don't come in my room. I'm studying." I call, my voice shaking a little.

as I close my bedroom door, I sink to the floor.

later as my mother asks what's wrong, I tell her.

her face falls.

and then it turns into me not going to school for a day.
then a week.
and then two.

and as I try fall asleep on the third week of not going to school, something knocks on my window before sliding it open.

"y/n?" Deenas voice asks.

"go away." I say a little frustrated.

what does she want?

she's the one that said we don't work.

"y/n we need to talk." she says.

"to officially break it off?" I ask.

"why would I do that?" Deena asks me clearly confused.

"maybe we just don't work." I say mocking her that night.

she stares at me blankly before turning on my light.

"you know I didn't mean it, I was just angry." she explains.

"angry because I had to go home, so you tell me we don't work?" I ask, glaring at her.

"so why didn't you come into school?" Deena asks.

"didn't want to." I answer.

"that's not the answer." Deena tells me.

"Well it is." I say looking at her.

"you missed loads of tests!" Deena begins.

"and ill do them once I'm back at school." I say shrugging.

"but when will that be y/n!?" Deena exclaims.

"whenever I fucking feel like it!" I yell.

"and if you're here to sit and argue you can forget about it and just leave!" I yell angrily.

"I'm only here to talk, you know I wouldn't break up with you." Deena comforts.

"well we've spoke." I say glancing at her.

"what the fuck is your problem!" Deena yells.

"I don't know, because you told me that we don't work and then for three weeks didn't try talk to me once? and then tonight you decide to come in and say 'oh you should have knew I didn't mean it.'  so what is there to talk about Deena!?" I tell her angrily.

"how do you think I felt when you agreed with me!?" Deena yells.

"did you expect me to crawl back!? what did you expect me to say Deena!? 'oh Deena you don't mean that I love you so much please never leave me!?' well I didn't. that was your mistake and you're the one that has to fix it. not fucking me." I remind her.

"I tried to fix it but you started arguing!" Deena argues.

"here we go again." I say rolling my eyes.

"but y/n always has to victimise themself! you don't think about anyone else's fucking feelings do you!? God you're so self absorbed you didn't see how our relationship was effecting our friend group! we never hung out with them anymore it was just always fucking us! you're a nasty, cruel narcasistic bitch!" Deena yells.

my face falls and I slowly feel tears at the brink of my eyes.

"y/n I'm sorry I didn't mean any of that-" Deena begins.

but I cut her off.

"get out." I say quietly.

"no I didn't mean it y/n please." Deena begs.

"just get out! I want to be alone right now!" I yell.

deena slowly nods and leaves the way she came.

the minute she leaves, I quietly begin sobbing.

for the next few days, I didn't leave my room at all.
no matter how much my mom begged.

until, I was having a restless night and couldn't stop thinking about Deena.

maybe she was truly sorry.

so I quickly throw my clothes on, before sliding my shoes on.

without thinking, I climb out my window being very careful to not slip, before sprinting to Deenas house.

her dad's working tonight, so I knock the front door repeatedly until she answers.

and when she does, my body relaxes and I pull her into a hug.