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BLAKE’S P.O.V :
Its lunch time thank fuck.
Harper and I are seated in the exact same spot we were four hours ago.
Daniels gone, but the blood on the concrete next to me is still visible and vibrant.
Where are the shitty cleaners?
“Just ignore what anyone says today, and if you get called down to the principal, deny it.”
“You know me so well.” That’s exactly what I was planning to do anyway.
She winks and hands me over a sandwich, I automatically feel like a hobo again.
“You don’t have to.”
“I’m not going to eat it anyway? So eat up buddy.”
I hate how she calls me ‘buddy’, It friend zones me every time. Fuck!
I reply short with emphasis and irritation. “Thanks buddy.”
She purposely ignores my comment. “No worries.” She’s laced with attitude.
Fucking bitch.
“I’m going back to the guys now, see ya.” I get up and begin to leave.
“Wait. What the fuck, why?”
“Because I want too?” I turn on my heel with her sandwich in my hand and walk over to the group of people I dislike very much.
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The last period of the day breezes by and I currently find myself walking home, late afternoon to my flat.
It’s Friday so I have no school for the next two days.
“Yes!” I mentally cheer.
I’m rethinking the whole “situation” between me and harper at lunch, as much as I hate arguments in general, I really like arguing with her for some reason.
That being; one; it’s attractive as hell when she gets fired up.
And two; I know we’ll solve it anyway.
I’m unsure of whether to apologise or not, or wait until she does? I doubt she will, so I guess I’ll eventually have to, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
Fuck her and her hot, fiery attitude…god dammit.
Dad’s car is parked in the driveway when I reach home and I’m so tempted to go up and kick it.
Stop.
Jumping over the back fence and endeavouring down to the flat I find yet another envelope stuck to the door.
I swing my bag off my back, approach it, and prepare for the worst… Again.
Fuck.
I open the envelope suspiciously and there’s sixty-dollars inside and another note.
Fuck. Note.
Scribbled yet again is the same daunting line.
“The best way to appreciate something is to be without it for a while.”
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Addiction
Teen FictionHe’s discovering and wanting love... to be loved. She tries to avoid it at all costs. Well its kinda hard when your each others “Addiction.” Both gifted with the “bad” persona; Blake and Harper are two seventeen year olds constantly craving alcohol...
