I walk back from the park alone. Normally I'd get a lift on my boyfriend Auburn's electric scooter, but... not anymore. I want to meet him and apologise. I shouldn't have gotten so mad about him talking to Feli yesterday. Just as I'm thinking about what I said, my phone beeps in my pocket.
Can we talk?
My heart skips a beat when I realise it's Auburn.
Yes of course. Im so sorry.
My pace quickens when he tells me where to meet him. I walk past Feli and her friends on the way, and I want to shout at them, but it's not their fault. I'm just a moron.
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