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1. Trouble in Paradise

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Maya

"No way," I say and hope the desire to laugh my ass off doesn't appear again. "You can not be possibly telling me that neither Sophia nor Jake have noticed you, filming them for FIFTEEN minutes doing the missionary in the library. You lie all the time, Brooke."

Cringing in disgust, I sip from the coffee cup in my hands. I sigh while Brooke tries to encourage me for the tenth time to actually see the explicit content she took.

"You're such a nun, Maya," Brooke says, rolling her eyes at me, making me chuckle.

I fumble with the metallic spiral binding on my chemistry notebook as my eyes travel down the school's almost empty hall.

The opportunity to go to a private school didn't amaze Brooke and I even slightly. Most of the days we were always the last ones to walk out.

I wait for Brooke to grab her things and throw out my already cold morning coffee in the trash bin. You see, I enjoyed drinking my coffee through the whole day. So I can complain to Brooke how at the end of the day it could be fully mistaken for an iced one.

"Have you heard anything from Ted?" she asks me and I hold the door for her. As she can continues to struggle with balancing the pile of research papers in her hands.

I frown at her unexpected question. Ted Button used to go to our school. We were friends two years ago until he felt the need to express how he actually felt about our friendship.

You know the part where you politely thank someone for expressing their feelings and apologize for meaning to you nothing more than a friend ? Well, Ted never actually tried to move on after that part.

For a short period of time, Ted managed to send me two hundred thirty-five messages on Facebook, so he could convince me why I was making the biggest mistake of my life by rejecting him. At first, I was feeling guilty as hell. I really was. But then strange things started happening.

Ted started popping out of nowhere. He managed to find where my grandparents lived so he could meet them and introduce himself as the 'love of my life'. He insisted on walking me home every single day so he can be sure I wasn't talking to someone else. He continued on sending me messages until he thought that attach naked photos of himself was actually a better idea.

I got totally creeped out by him. I decided not telling mom or dad about it. Both of them are always busy with work and office meetings, I thought telling them about Ted was the last thing they needed on their mind.

Ted hasn't contacted me in more than a year. You can imagine the amount of confusion I felt when Brooke asked me about him.

We near the trash can at the parking lot and Brooke clumsily trots to it and throws out the papers with a thud. She claps her hands together and we start walking to the exit where her boyfriend was supposed to be waiting for us.

"No. Why?" I say, scolding her only with my gaze when she whirls back to grab a lighter and a cigarette from the small inside pocket of her bag.

I hate seeing her smoke. But I didn't hate it more than the fact her asshole of a boyfriend actually got her into smoking.

Brooke shrugs and turns her head away from me to puff out the toxic smoke. Great, thanks.

"I don't want to panic you or something," she mutters and I catch her looking at me sympathetically.