Chapter Thirteen

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I cry, and after half an hour Blake comes to see what's up. I stop weeping, looking at him with my leave-me-alone glare. He's obviously not as good at this like Noah. The sirens of police cars and ambulances fill the air. No breeze of the sea. If Jenny never barged into our lives, I would be with Noah, in Brighton. Camilla in my hands.
Jenny! Ugh, I soooo hate her. What Noah sees in her I'll never know.
"You've been crying." Blake says, stating the obvious. I roll my eyes. "Oh wow, you guessed."
"No need to be sarcastic. Seriously. I thought you'd be happier, but look at you. You're such a little pile of snobby rubbish, aren't you?"
He kneels down, inches away from me. I have the urge to slap him. He can't just say an insult at me, that's Jenny's job. Can't he see I've been through enough?
Then I realise he has a terrible scar on the side of his neck. It looks...  'Recent'. New, like it was done yesterday, with a sharp knife.
"What is that?" I point to his scar. He hides it under his collar. "Nothing..."
My phone beeps. I take a peer at it.

It's 12:00. Me, Jen, Elliot and Ashley are waiting. N xx

Jenny? That was never part of the deal. I sigh. Standing up, I get my car keys and say to Blake, "We gotta go. Now."

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