"Huh?" I asked confused.
"Get out, now," He repeated.
"W-Why?"
"I don't want you here," He said.
"What did I do?"
"You always do something," He scoffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're such a bad friend. A-and I-I'm sick of it Layla,"
"You were fine yesterday," I said, still confused.
"I know,"
"I-I'm sor-,"
"Stop, no apologizes. Just get out," He cut me off.
"B-but. I-I," I stuttered. I wasn't thinking clearly. I couldn't get my words out, because Ronnie was always so forgiving. I never had to watch what I said or how I acted because Ronnie would always forgive me without even me having to say sorry. So it doesn't make sense that now he's being so mean when I'm apologizing.
"But you what Layla? But you thought we were best friends? I could never be friends with a girl like you. So dramatic, so mean, so cold. If you want a friend, go get some guts and finally talk to Derek,"
Tears didn't just fill my eyes, they flooded them.
"W-what are you saying?"
"I'm saying I'm done. I'm done with you. And I," He hesitated, "I don't want to be friends anymore,"
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The boy in the window
Ficção AdolescenteLayla is just a lonely girl. She has some friends, but the only people she can truly rely on is her cousin Mikey, her brother Frankie, and her best friend Ronnie. But when a mysterious boy moves in next door curiousity takes over. She gets thrown in...
