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Gem Anderson
Chapter 25| "Which end?"

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 'I'm sorry Gem," Sam said to me talking about yesterday's transaction

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'I'm sorry Gem," Sam said to me talking about yesterday's transaction. Rolling my eyes I nodded my head at him. "Save your "sorry." One thing I don't need are anymore apologies. I got sorry greeting me at the front door. You can keep yours. I don't know what to do with them... I can't even... I have to throw some away. I'm not even sorry about you being sorry," I found myself saying to Sam as I slammed my locker close. I really need to stop watching black comedies.

The look on his face was priceless and deep down I knew I hurt him a bit. But the hurt that he's feeling isn't nothing compared to mine. Yesterday's words really hurt me to where I have second thoughts about him. About this challenge.

I wonder if everyone really wants me to go back to being a nerd. Maybe when I was it was way better than now. I always hated the attention that came with this challenge. But I stuck up with it anyways. Turning on my feet I faced Sam. ''My life is too beautiful to have it thrown back in my face," I advised and took a good glimpse at him.

Pssstttt. Can't believe I actually fell for this brat. Gathering my things I walked towards my class with James arms wrapped around my shoulders.

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"That pretty little face deserves to get laid," Sam proclaimed out of the blue and I rolled my eyes. What part of leave me alone don't he understand?

"I agree, but not from you," I taunted and watch the dirty look erupt on his face.

"Oh, really my little friend let me tell you how you're going to need crutches when I'm done with you," Sam shot back and I choked on my drink. Scoffing at his words I took a step back not wanting to be too close to him.

"Oh, god how I would love to hear you do that again," Sam proclaimed. I cross my legs together in hopes that the warmth between my legs would stop. Oh, the things he doe-. You're supposed to be mad Gem!

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