James Wilson
Upon returning home I check Facebook for anything thats happened over the past weekend. My notifications were streamed with endless comments and likes on my recently updated profile picture. It featured my girlfriend Gianna and myself in California over the summer. We'd been a thing since Middle school though lately things were getting tense. Gianna had plans to go to Yale whilst I wanted to get accepted into any college that had a sports program catered to my needs. Dazed, I read the first few messages.
Gianna:
Hey Hun just wanted to know if you wanted to join me after school Monday at my place ;)
My answer was no, I knew all she wanted to do was criticize me for my lack of motivation to do anything after school rather than actually hang out.
Harry:
Heard you got new neighbours, is the chick hot?
My face reddened after reading the message from Harry.
Me:
Didn't get a chance to meet them, sorry.
Almost immediately I got a reply from him
Harry:
That's too bad then
I close the window, looking blankly out the window. As I saw the window across from mine, I wondered if it could've been Kate's daughter.
What was her name again? I thought to myself. I was sure it was something along the lines to Abby, though the fact that she remained so beautiful and mysterious troubled me. I had a girlfriend, one who was the cheer captain and was going to Yale. I shouldn't have been thinking of other girls or contradicting myself to whether I think I should still be with my girlfriend.
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