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CHAPTER SEVEN 'FOR JULIANNA'
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I PACED around the beach, digging in the sand with my feet as i walked around. "oh my god," i groaned.
out of the corner of my eye i see conrad walking towards me, with jeremiah.
"what the hell are you doing?" conrad asked.
i glared at him, "i'm trying to find my book that you slapped out of my hands. asshole." i pointed at him.
"it's probably ruined by now, since it was raining the night it happened."
"the night what happened?" jeremiah questioned.
i snickered, "what?" i asked.
"conrad said the night it happened. what's it?" he repeated.
i walked closer to jeremiah, "huh? sorry, i can't hear you. the waves are super loud,"
i kept walking around, occasionally kicking sand in hopes i'll find my book buried under the sand. what an ass, i thought. he slapped my book out of my hands, and i let him get away with it.
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CONRAD wanna go to the deb hall w me?
his text lit up my phone screen. i giggled and tapped sydney on the shoulder, "ain't no way!"
she gasped, "he's so whipped. i'm telling you, jules, he's got it bad for you. i mean, the angry make out session in the fucking rain? say yes!!" she encouraged.
i squirmed and hid under my blankets, like a little kid. i mumbled underneath the covers, "i don't have a dress."
she snorted, "but i do."
"and i didn't like.. rsvp. they wouldn't let me in."
"for susannah fishers son? hell yeah they would."
i sighed. i guess i'm going to the deb ball.
JULIANNA sure!
i screamed, coming back out for fresh air. "i need to get ready! it's at like, 7.. right? i mean, the last deb ball i went to it was with cam and the whole thing started at 7. right?"
sydney laughed, "i think 7 is right. it's four right now, so go shower and i'll help you get ready."
it's times like these i'm glad to have sydney as my best friend. i think taylor and her would get along really well.
