Seventeen,

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*Jacob's pov*

I go to my 6th period still confused of what I did to Quinn.

As I'm thinking I hear a voice I've heard before and it brought a smile to my face.

I look up to the front of the classroom and I see Quinn.

"Is this mr. Rob's English class?" She asks a girl siting in the front row. The girl nods her head and she goes to sit down a couple seats next to me.

I could tell that she knew I was in the class  but chose to blow me off.

"Hello class, we have to cover some stuff you guys did last year so this week we are going to do Poetry. If you had Mrs.robin last year you would have done this same thing. You get to write a freestyle poem instead of nature I'm  going to give each  class period a type of emotion and you guys get love. So go ahead and get working at." Mr. Rob says as he walks over to his desk.

I roll my eyes because I suck at poetry and it reminds me of Quinn.

I look over to Quinn, she doesn't seem like the always happy mystery Quinn I knew.

Instead of trying to figure out how she was feeling it showed, with the sad droopy eyes and down smile.

I frowned.

Seeing her like this made me hurt.

I wanted to just go and hug her.

But I couldn't, she didn't want me.

So maybe I shouldn't want her.

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