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                                  MATTHEW

I came opened the door to my house and jumped on the sofa. Fuck, it was really her. I checked her name and last name on the school system. I shook my head while laughing. We saw each other again, after 13 fucking years. She didn't recognize me, but I did. Actually I could recognize her at first, but the scar reminded me of her. And I actually scratched her car on purpose.

I couldn't find a other way to get her number or talk to her.

I opened my phone and searched her name on Instagram, and found her. I promised to myself, that I'll never search for her in the internet after I left the-

My phone ringed, it was my best friend Roman.
I picked it up.
"What's up math" his deep voice echoed through the phone.
"I'm busy asshole, what do you want?"
"Actually I was going to ask you, if you want to go to the club"
"Did your wife allowed it" I said and laughed.

Roman had a wife, that he loved to death. He literally went almost bankrupt because of her.

"Shut up, are you coming or not?" He laughed too.

I wasn't in the mood actually, but somehow I wanted to go there. Maybe because I wanted to forget about Bella and our meeting after 13 fucking years.

"yeah I'm coming" I said and stood up to go to my room to change.

"Alright be there in 30 minutes" he said and hung up.

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