Coming into being-7

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Am I the only one who noticed that I'd only mentioned the main character's name in the last chapter?? Jenevie.
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Jenevie's P.O.V

Despite that I left home really early there was a car accident and it caused a little bit of traffic and I may have stopped at a diner to get some food. I was hungry. I rushed into school with my books in my hands which constantly kept slipping out of my hand. I was so busy trying to get a firm grip on the book and I ran into someone. We both fell and my forehead was hurting badly. I groaned and pushed up off the person and held my forehead.

"Shit.....I'm sorry." The person exclaimed. I scrunched up my face which only resulted into more pain.

"Sorry ?" I shouted . I removed the hair from my face and looked at the person. The pain I felt stopped, my breathing stopped and the boy in front of me was staring back with wide eyes. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Jake. Jake Adams actually. My long last best friend. I could remember when we were smaller that it was always me and him. When we were about seven there was a girl as well. I don't remember her much. When I got the call the other day from him ,to be honest I was half happy that'd I'd hear from him although we separated wasn't the best. We didn't separate like normal best friends whom just have am argument and then that's it. Nope, we fought and I'd may have given him a very bad scar. Which I regretted very deeply. Burnie never admit that. I stated into his eyes and tears welled up in my eyes.
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Jake's P.O.V

I took a transfer to Jenny's and Four's school immediately after the call. I'd just have to cone and manages what she's doing. I won't allow her dad to drug her again. The thing us the more he does it ,the memory it draws away from her. If he keeps using it he can wipe all memories. He'd already wiped at least half of our memories together and I was forced to avoid her so they don't resurface. She was staring at me with her angelic antagonizing eyes. Her eyes that I could never resisted when she'd asked me for my ice cream after she ate all of hers.I stared back at her and saw tears in her eyes . I reached over and pull her in a hug.She didn't hug me back and I was a tad bit sad. I was about ticket go in embarrassment, but she hugged back and I let out a sigh of relief. She pulled away and wiped her tears
She never liked crying. But I wonder though is she crying because of me or the fact that she hit her head? Over the years I still hadn't gotten used to seeing her crying. Because I knew that she's a really dangerous girl. She's really skillful . Only if her dad would have allowed her to be herself or at least the person he made her in, but he wont.

"Where have you been Jake?" She asks her eyes pleading. I didn't know how to answer her how do I tell her the truth. I'd just lie the truth can wait.

"I left the country,I was in England for a few months. I had to get a way." I answered.

"Well , why'd you leave me? Look I know we separated on really bad and painful terms but at least a note would have been nice."She stated. I wasn't the one who liked leaving notes,she was .

"Yes I know. But I had to leave urgently. I'm sor-".She cutted me off.

"Dont finish that," she stated. " Its a sign of weakness." She finishes along with a another familiar voice. Four's voice to be exact. She turned to look at him. She looked back at me and a smirk was plastered over her face. Realization hit me. She was actually the one who left the note. Note. She always left notes. But why steal his shower gel ?

"Oh my god. You daughter of a bitch" I say amusingly to her and she started laughing.I laughed along with her. This cunning bitch. She's only person that can beat me into doing weird things.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Four asks. We stopped laughing and looked over at him,his face as usual is expressionless and his eyes stern and eyebrows hung low. He always looked like a killer.

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