♥Fighting Over A Waitress In Costa♥ - [2nd book]

♥Chapter 18♥

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SIXTH FORM IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME!

Like I lack motivation for a lot of things in my life and sometimes I'm like what the fuck am I doing in college? Like I should in another country fighting for human rights and behind bars for doing that. . . I kid yeah. . .

Is it natural to feel super lazy all the time, especially someone like me who loves being busy and getting involved with loads of things?

Anyways, Wattpad is acting up every now and again, especially when I write and save and the bold and italic writing disappears and I miss my 2012 Wattpad . . .Wattpad has never been the same since. . . :(

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"Vhat are yoo doing?" Ammee exclaimed when she entered my room, or what she could see of it.

"Kutch nai," I mumbled throwing more things into boxes, dismissing the rest of the questions that followed.

"Vhy didn't yoo tell me to do dis?"

"Just leave it Ammee, I'm old enough to do chores," I sighed looking around to see if I missed anything.

"But vhy are you putting dese good clothes away?"

Her question remaining unanswered as I looked through another piles of clothes which had any link with any Matt related memories. It sounded crazy, shoving my best clothes into my closet but if I wanted to start afresh, I had to start by removing certain things that reminded me of Matt.

The time our outfits were colour coordinated by coincidence on my first day at work; my first official date with Matt; the outfit I wore when I surprised him at Christmas; all my outfits that were showcased on the streets on New York and many more were not going to see the sunlight for a good few months or years . . . depending on how long it took me to get over Matthew Burke.

Storing everything away was easier said than done, especially as I had to carry the heavy boxes upstairs, to the dark, dusty attic by myself. Leaving the clothes there was harder, especially I wouldn't see my favourite clothing for a good few months.

Just get over Matt already!

What followed was a long night of saving and sending photos onto my email and deleting them from my phone afterwards and sending and saving our texts onto my email and deleting from my phone. When I couldn't get to sleep at night, I'd go through my phone (bad choice) and read the messages that we exchanged. Just reading the flirty messages and how our relationship grew overtime was heart breaking but I had to keep in mind that this would be worth it.

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"What's this?" Matt asked confused, a month later after I decided to get over Matt once and for all. As usual, it was cold and miserable and the rain had drowned everyone's spirits that day. "I thought I signed all the files."