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REAS POV

I'm sitting on the swing waiting for madison and it's been about 20 minutes which is insane because she lives closer to yellowberry than I do.

"uhm, rea"

"oh, hey mads what's wrong"

"the comment on your post made me really upset and I really want to figure out who it is"

"how do you think I feel?"

I knew I was being rude but I couldn't help it. I hated talking about trevor

"the comments right you let him die"

she whispers but I still heard her

"OH WHAT DO YOU KNOW YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!"

"I LOVED HIM"

"what"

"it has nothing to do with the conversation nevermind"

"you loved my boyfriend?"

"yeah ever since kindergarden but your just so pretty and perfect that when I went to ask him out he rejected me, because he liked you.."

she says speaking through her teeth, the anger showing through her voice

"oh"

is all I could manage to get out

"well neither of us can have him now I guess huh"

she slightly laughs and shrugs her shoulders

"just stop talking"

"who has anger issues now"

"that's it I'm done"

"rea wait it was a joke!"

"I'm not staying at this stupid park with you OH MY GOD!"

"REA COME BACK!"


MIGUELS POV

"she still hasn't eaten her dinner"

I say looking through my door at the empty plate sitting outside reas room

"is she okay? did I do something?"

"I think she's still hung up on trevor, the instagram thing probably didn't help"

"even though I never met him he seemed like a great guy and anyone with a justin bieber themed username is a green flag to me"

"he was so proud of himself when he came up with that"

I laugh at the memory

"I should probably give rea the medication the doctors gave her I'll be back"

-

I knock on her door but she doesn't answer, again.

"hey rea? I'm gonna come in you have meds you need to take"

"rea?"

why the fuck why won't she answer is she dead or something?

"re-"

her room was empty

"TRISTAN WHERE'S REA"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HER ALL NIGHT"

"get your shoes on we're going"


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