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James

She switched her homeroom. Now I couldn't talk to her. I wished Inez hadn't said anything. I could've told her later. But now she knows about The Other Her. I thought I could talk to her on the first day of school, but she switched her homeroom.

At least I didn't have to worry about The Other Her. The Other She was only a junior, sixteen. The Other Her reminded me too much of me. I did the stupid thing and broke her heart.

I had a whole speech ready for her. How The Other She mean nothing to me. That I only loved her. How I only wanted to make it up to her.

Ever since the dance last spring, I've been kicking myself. I hadn't heard or seen her since I saw her dance with him.

That's when I met The Other Her. I was walking home, just so angry at her. The Other Her was driving along the road. I'd seen The Other Her around campus. The Other She was always kind to me, always a polite hello.

I wish I hadn't gotten in The Other Her's car that night. She used to tell me that I was immature that I was too brash, And I proved her point exactly, with my summer with The Other Her. I didn't even care if hurting The Other Her was wrong. Because I hurt her.

Like she knows, I'm seventeen, I know nothing. All I knew is that I missed her. I knew I shouldn't gotten into the car of The Other Her. She and I knew that I would come back to her. But I didn't know if she would take me back. When she would ask me about my future, I had no answer. I didn't think about a future with her. It's not that I didn't want or didn't like to think about a future with her. I simply don't. I knew that she didn't like to think in the now. She was a future oriented person.

That's why I chose The Other Her.

The Other She wasn't going anywhere soon, she still had plenty of time left. Time where The Other She had time to not think about her life after graduation would look like.

So I spent June & July with The Other Her, but when August rolled around, I knew I had to leave. After August I wouldn't be alone with The Other Her. People at school would gawk at us. Maybe even take sides.

So after July, I stopped calling as much as I did. In August, I began pulling away.

In August I knew I wanted her— Betty.