chapter 8: closer

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Ally's POV

I saw austin kissing cassidy.

memories came rushing back to me.

I remembered austin telling me that he was going on a date with cassidy.

I remembered starting to drink because my mother's death was killing me inside.

I remembered.

I guess I was still looking at them, because austin looked up at me.

and when his eyes locked with mine for one brief second, I walked away.

I came to school to thank him.

I could've stayed at home and avoided this hell hole.

I went back to my locker.

I wanted to go home.

I could see austin from the corner of my eye.

"ally are you oka-" I cut him off by placing my hand on his chest and pushing him away.

I was done with him.

"just shut up austin." I say, walking away.

I didn't bother looking back.

I'm going home.

and I walked as fast as I could all the way there.

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when I got home, I was all alone. my dad was at work.

I decided to take another shower.

I wanted to feel fresh.

I turned on the water for the shower and took off my clothes.

I got into the warm water, quickly relaxing.

I made sure to clean myself thoroughly.

when I was done, I dried my body and wrapped up my hair in the towel.

I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, and an old beatles tee that I cut into a crop top.

it only reached just above my belly button.

when I was done getting dressed, I snuggled up in my bed, and soon fell into a deep and relaxing sleep.

Austin's POV

I watched as she walked off.

I'm probably never going to get another word out of her ever again.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

I didn't feel like being here anymore. I didn't feel like doing anything at the moment.

maybe I should just go home...

I walked through the front doors of the school, and walked home, with one specific girl who probably hated me, on my mind.

but instead of going home, I ended up up at a park.

I kept my hands in my pockets, and I kicked loose rocks on the sidewalk around.

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