Chapter 49

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From behind her back, she pulled out a fluffy pink elephant — maybe it was a mammoth.

From behind her back, she pulled out a fluffy pink elephant — maybe it was a mammoth

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"What is that?" I asked, surprised. "I think I gave you a blue one just like it for your tenth birthday."

"You remember!"

"I'm not that old to have dementia yet. Of course I remember."

"You're always in your element, so cute when you're confused and a little annoyed. Remember when you gave it to me, I said I'd get you one too so we could have matching mammoths. I had to search everywhere online to find this from some weirdo."

"I hope he didn't ask you to do anything weird in return. Mail you panties or anything."

"Ugh, I forgot what you could be."

"You almost had sex with a girl in your room. It happened only several months after our kiss. When you kiss me it's disgusting and 'you are not like that', but when you have fun on your bad with another girl it's totally fine. You are a little bit hypocritical, aren't you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I kissed you a year and a half ago in my room, and you just said you weren't into that and stopped talking to me. Is that how friends act? What are we, in the '50s? Or North Korea? You could've just told me you were straight instead of making a scene. But no, you had to act like a complete jerk. If you had just started dating guys and left my life, I could've handled that. But then, a couple of months later, your mom catches you with another girl."

"Why are you being so melodramatic? I didn't come here to fight with you." She crossed her arms, looking offended. Typical Heather, acting hurt when she's the one who did wrong.

"Then why did you come here?"

"To apologize."

"Apology not accepted."

"I'm not leaving that easily."

"How did you even get here?"

She should be on the other side of the country, definitely not here. I hope she's not on the run. The last thing I want is to deal with her parents asking why their daughter stole her mom's car and drove all the way here. This is the kind of thing runaway teens do to be with their boyfriends.

"Want to grab a snack or something? Maybe get some coffee and pastries like you used to love? We always did that after swimming practice. We'd change, you'd help me dry my hair, and then we'd head to that café near school and talk for hours."

"You ruined everything. I loved... I loved our moments together."

"I loved them too, but I didn't have the courage to reciprocate back then. I messed up and it hurt me a lot."

"It hurt you so much that you decided to get some girl from the club or wherever you dug her up."

"Rumors are a bit exaggerated. I met her during a family trip to the lake. Her family was there too. We started talking..."

"And just like that, she magically showed you the path to rainbows, while poor ugly Mel nearly turned you off from romance altogether."

"Don't say that... I didn't sleep with her. We just kissed and cuddled a bit."

"You just didn't have the chance. Your mom caught you."

"Maybe we could have coffee somewhere quiet and talk it all out. What if a teacher sees you here and realizes you're skipping? I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"We have no classes today," I said curtly. I should've dressed better; now I felt even more self-conscious standing next to her.

"Is everything okay, Mel? You don't look like someone having an important birthday today. Or does your new school not know about it?" Heather asked innocently, looking annoyingly perfect.

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