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eighteen || phone call

(Short Chapter)

"Excuse me, I said what?"

"That you love me," Paul repeats himself.

"Oh my god," I mutter to myself.

"I love you, Kelsie."

I quickly turn and look at Paul with a frown. "No. Don't say that. I- I've got to go. Where are my clothes?"

Paul looks confused before pointing to the end of his bed, where my clothes sat folded.

I quickly put on my pants and grab my shoes and shirt. "I will give you back your shirt later."

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'PHONE CALL WITH IAN'

"Oh my god!"

"No, Ian. Not oh my god! More like wtf!"

"Kelsie, he said he loved you too! Why did you run out on him?"

"Because!"

"Because what?"

"I- I don't know! I just know that I can't be with Paul."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm just going to be a monumental disappointment and I'm not ready to deal with the pain that comes with that."