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8. Friday Night With Ella & Other Fascinating Tales

So, I realize I left the last chapter at a really huge cliffhanger, which Max helped me come up with (thanks Max), so now I should probably finish where I left off.

We had to take the Gauss test that very same day, and as Justin and I were walking through the halls, Justin decided to burst my bubble and ruin part of my day by confronting me about track day.

During track day, I had come back from an event to find Justin screwing around on my phone. Immediately I was suspicious. He'd been trying to read my texts with Elizabeth for the longest time, and each time I'd managed to snatch my phone away. This time, however, I hadn't. If you're wondering, I'm not stupid, I have a passcode, don't worry. The only reason he knew my passcode was because we'd done a phone switch a while back. I'd forgotten his password ages ago, but he'd kept mine for some demented, creepy reason. I hadn't thought about that, of course, until he'd brought it up. But the reason I hadn't changed my passcode after the whole phone-switch was mainly because I trusted Justin. No offense, Justin, but that was a douchey thing to do. Why the hell would you read your girlfriends' texts to one of her friends? Okay. Scroll down. I'll rant there.

We'd been talking about trust, because the girls hadn't trusted the boys, and the boys hadn't trusted the girls. "Speaking of trust," Justin began, "I read your texts during track day."

I admit, I said a bad word. I got really upset. Because Justin's a fricken creeper. And it pissed me off. So I walked ahead, took Gauss, and listened to his stupid apologies in devoir. I don't know. It was funny to hear his apologies. "I feel really bad." [Justin bolded "really"] "I'm sorry." "Ella, I'm sorry!" I'm pretty sure when I was walking to Gauss he called out, "At least I was honest, right?" I don't know. Along the lines of that. Justin, did you know I didn't write about everything in that LA chapter? You must have figured it out. I'm not even going to tell you. Because you pissed me off. So, have fun.

Oh, Justin.

Go die in a hole.

But don't.

Maybe plant your soul in a flower pot.

Do some good to the world.

Okay?

Okay. fine [the "fine" was Justin too]

be that way... [also Justin]

I'll plant some pretty violas in the flower pot, or maybe daisies. Like Daisy. Or do you like lilacs? I like lilacs. Roses are too cliche for EVERYTHING. How about gardenias? Those are pretty! Or clematis. Oh, my gosh, clematis are one of my favourites! Or lilies. JUUUUSTINNNN, do you like morning glories? OROR what about really pretty cornflowers? Oh, have you seen their colour? That deep shade of blue? It's amazing. Or, would you prefer cherry blossoms? The flowers are beautiful and you'll provide cherries. Or, even more amazingly, dandelions. Nobody likes them, but actually, I kind of do. BUT MY FAVOURITE FLOWER IN THE WORLD, IN THE ABSOLUTE WORLD, would be sunflowers. There's a long sappy story behind that, no one needs to know. I just love sunflowers <3

I prefer... no flower at all [Justin said that]

Really? Why not? Flowers are beautiful and the different colours form a language, such as hope or love or anything like that and you can send them to people and I have an official flower presser and flowers are cheerful, mostly sunflowers though. I'd like love anybody who brought me sunflowers. OMG<3, (good to know... [justin thats creepy just dont....]) SUNFLOWERS. OMG.

Can we just.

Omg.

Let's just take a moment, and think about sunflowers.

They are so beautiful.

I love sunflowers. They make me think of so many childhood memories omg okay slightly dying here. sorry. I should just not.