Please Don't Say You Love Me (1st book of the Please Don't series)

Chapter 6- Stalker

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Word about me hitting Ashley's face with the volleyball spread throughout the whole school the moment class ended.

This time I wasn't surprised by the evil glares everyone was giving me. I already knew the second that the ball hit Ashley's face she was going to tell everyone that I did it on purpose.

I didn't really mind the evil glares because there were at least some people who were smiling at me as if I were their idol.

"You are so evil!" Michael laughed as I stopped to talk to him. He was at his locker getting ready to go home.

I roll my eyes. "I didn't do it on purpose."

Michael raised his hands up. "Hey I'm not hating on you. I'm praising you."

I chuckle before we walk together to the parking lot.

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After finishing all my homework and studying for my History test tomorrow I log onto Facebook to find Andy online.

Hey!

I type before blasting on some music from my Spotify.

Helloo. I heard about what you did to Ashley lol.

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I didn't do it on purpose.

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I'm not saying you did neither did Ashley.

I stare at her message not knowing how to reply to that.

You're speechless aren't you?

Andy messages me.

Yeah I am! Wait... So you're telling me Ashley didn't say anything about me hitting her face?

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Yep. I'm surprised too.

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Oh my god... Is it possible that Ashley Simmons has finally ended her efforts to make my life miserable?

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It's probably because she's with Bryce now so she has better things to do than torture you.

I stare at Andy's message before thinking of a reply.

What! No... I don't think so.

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Whatever. Sorry gtg! Bye!!!

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Bye.

I type, hoping that she senses the bitterness in it.

After clicking the x on Andy and I's conversation I do the usual thing that every ex girlfriend does.

I type Bryce's name onto the search bar before clicking enter.

He posted a picture 10 minutes ago and it already has 132 likes.

I scroll up to look at the picture. It's him and Ashley in the football field. His arm is around Ashley's waist as she leans on his shoulder lovingly, the bruise from the volleyball she was hit with, evidently seen on her face.

Bryce's hair is tousled from practicing football too long and he's wearing a fitted sleeveless shirt with some Nike shorts and shoes.

I scroll up to look at his caption which says;