Life doesn't always seem to work your way. It surprises you, in the most deadly and sometimes happier ways.
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"We never broke up"
"We were never together"
"What was it, that we had?"
"Almost love"
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"If it is 'Yes' I will be on cloud nine, If it is...
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The morning started rough, and it didn't take long for me to regret even showing up at school. I walked into the classroom, my bag slung over one shoulder, only to find Vicky storming toward me like he was on a mission.
Before I could even say "Good morning," he smacked my arm. Hard.
"You know," he started, eyes blazing, "you do things that make me wanna stab you myself."
I blinked, utterly confused. "What? Dude, I just got absent for one day!"
"YOU GOT ABSENT WITHOUT TELLING ME!" he practically yelled, drawing the attention of a few curious classmates.
"Now tell me why?" His voice dropped to a hiss, but he was still angry. It didn't take me a Sherlock to figure that out.
I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. I dropped my bag onto my seat and motioned for him to sit down. "Alright, fine," I said, running a hand through my hair. "I'll tell you, but keep it down, okay?"
He crossed his arms, still fuming but clearly ready to listen.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It was Brian, you know that guy" I started, my voice lower now. "He... he brought up Mom again. And my ex."
Vicky's expression shifted instantly, anger replaced by something closer to concern.
"Brian did what?" he asked, his tone dangerously calm.
"It was nothing, really," I said quickly, waving it off. "He just said some stuff. It got under my skin, that's all."
"Under your skin?" Vicky said, leaning closer. "That jerk doesn't know when to shut up. I swear, Matthew, I'll kill that idiot. How dare he?"
I reached out and grabbed his arm before he could actually act on the threat. "Vicky, stop. I mean it. It's fine. I handled it."
He looked at me like he didn't believe a single word. "You handled it? What does that even mean? Did you punch him?"
"Yeah!" I said, exasperated. "It just... it took everything in me not to lose it, okay? But he's alive. Let's leave it at that."
Vicky finally sat back, still grumbling under his breath. "You're too nice to him. If it were me, he'd be in the hospital by now."
