Tuesday April 12
10:50am
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I jumped as Zach slammed his fists on the counter.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded in a low voice.
"Just drop it, will you?" I raked my fingers through my hair.
"You're not thinking right, Brooklyn," he pointed an accusing finger at me.
I threw my hands up in the air. "Why does everyone think they know me better than I know myself?"
"Because we basically do," his voice softened, "you're open like a book."
"Can you please just leave me alone?" I asked.
He put his hands up in surrender. "Fine, but don't expect everyone to be so sincere when he breaks your heart again." He left the room, leaving me alone.
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Short StoryWho knew what could be made out of annoying calls, anonymous texts, and a little bit of chemistry? -highest rank #8 in short story -contains some mature content -completed but unedtited
