Chapter 12

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Matthew

I hated Claris more than her blasted friend Theresa right now.

I wanted to take Zann away from all these problems that plagued her. It just wasn't fair. How could someone start ranting about somebody with no conscience?

Especially somebody like Claris.

I gritted my teeth for what must have been the fiftieth time in this hour. Matt caught my eye and jerked his head at Zann.

She was a mess, her hair falling out of her brown rubber band and sticking to her face with the tears.

Di and Janice were by her side, comforting her.

I pulled out my phone and Claris's text came in.

ClarisAJ: Like my post, darling?

TheOtherMatt: I hate you. Don't you even have a conscience?

ClarisAJ:  Yes, I do. I love you so much that I did that.

I really felt like scratching her eyes out.

TheOtherMatt: I will never like you. No matter how hard you try.

ClarisAJ:  Just watch.

I really hated her guts now. I blocked her and threw my phone and on Zann's bed.

Zann glanced up at me. She came to me.

"Hey, it's okay." she said.

She was so understanding even when she went through different emotions.

I liked her even more for that.

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