Pt. 7

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As I walked up to Dan to talk to him, I saw him talking to a hot blond girl his age. Her name was Caroline and she was an absolute bitch. Hot but dumb as f**k. She was obviously flirting with Dan. I could tell by the way she flipped her long hair of her shoulder and presented her (very big) cleavage to him. Anger built up in my tummy and I didn't know why but I felt terribly betrayed as Dan softly stroked her hair out of her face. That was when I turned around and ran up to my locker. I must have looked really bad because Caitlin came up to me and asked if everything was alright. I snapped at her that it was none of her business but I immediately regretted it. She still was my best friend. Even though we didn't talk anymore I knew in my heart that she would always be there for me. I had a head time talking to my new friends 'cause they would just ramble about the latest fashion and the cutest boys in school. No existential talk or swapping of secrets like I did with Caitlin. So I just shut my mouth when I was with them and laughed along with them, even though none of their jokes was funny. One evening - it was the last weekend before the start of Christmas holiday- Jenna took me aside with a concerned look and asked me if it would be ok for me if she dated Jack when we would breakup. I looked at her questioning and told her that Jack and I won't be breaking up that soon. She excused herself and told me that it was just a test to see if we are real BFF's. Then she just gave me one of her prettiest smiles and turned away. She left me with many question especially the ones concerning Jack 's and mine relationship. But when Jack arrived at the café we all sat in, my questions were blown away. He kissed me and asked how my day was so far. Gosh, he was so cute and gentle! I told him everything about my day but I left out the incident with Dan. We cuddled and talked to our friends and it must have been about 11 pm, when he told our friends that he would drive me home now. He was 16 at the time but he always used to borrow his brother's car to drive me home. Then we left into a cold and starless night, even the moon wasn't shining as if he wanted to tell me to hide just like he did.





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