Chapter 3

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•Jordan•

"What's her problem" I murmur under my breath. Sure I was starring at her all day but shouldn't she take that as a compliment? She isn't what I would call pretty but she's different and I was trying to figure her out. She seemed so insecure and I'm going to find out why.
I have no clue why I'm so interested in her, and I hate it.

As I got on my bike I thought of her dirty blonde hair, her freckles, and her strange eyes.

I walked in my houses and heard my parents screaming at each other, again.
I love my parents, I really do, but I really wish they would split up. They cause each other so much pain. I take out my phone and call Sarah, a girl who asked me if I was interested in a little fun.

She answers " Hello? Who is this?"

I think of "princess's " strange eyes.
The way her freckles matched her hair.

"Is anyone there?"

This makes me snap out of it.

"Oh hey, sorry I think I called the wrong number" I blurted out.

"Oh okay"
She sounded disappointed.

What did I just do.

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