Friendzoned

Twenty: "Please...I'm sorry."

"Please...I'm sorry."

***Madison***

Rushing off with yet another stack of newspapers in hand, I rushed off and away from Joseph.

What the heck Madison!?!?!

That was so....stupid of me.

I shouldn't have snapped at him. I should have been the understanding and better person and just be friends with him again.

Why did I do that?!

Why did I had to freaking lash out on him.

He just wanted to help....

My stupid freak fracking tongue.

What's wrong with me?

Although I was really mad at him...I mean, I wanted to help him when he struggled...and yet, he didn't accept it.

This is all so confusing...

Maybe....maybe I shouldn't have thought about what he did....

I should just forgive him and forget right?

I mean, he wanted to help me and I did the same thing he did...

He knew he was wrong because when I left I heard him calling me...yet, I ignored it because of what he said.

He knew he was wrong and wanted to be friends again.

He wanted to reconcile and be friends again.

Friends....

Friends again....

I would love for him to be my friend again but somehow I don't quite want that at the same time....

Friends...

There's something about this word that is a little off and agitating...

Maybe it's because of the way Sebastian put it that completely destroyed my thinking of it.

"Because we both like the same freaking thing, but you're always such a bitch and show off that we'll only remain friends...only friends. Don't think I'm blind alright?"

Dang it! Douchebag...

I suppose I can apologize to Joseph for being such a snappy douche to him...

Maybe we can be...friends again....

I don't know...

"Madison! Are you there hello? Thanks for the newspapers...you can come on in and start work."

A voice spoke, interrupting my thoughts and snapping me back to reality.

It was William.

"Oh...hey Will. Sorry." I said under my breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern lacing his tone.

"I-I'm fine. It's fine." I assured, going back to my seat and working on yet another paper.

Honestly, I think I should just quit the skateboarding club and "work" full time here.

Cause I'm starting to get so-called bad grades on skateboarding...I've been skipping club meetings and practises because of this.

I'll go one last time and tell the teacher about it.

Now...back to work....

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"Finally! Done!" I squeal in excitement as I stretched. All of that typing and editing was done!

"Good job Mad!" Will joined in, smacking me in the back.