*Buzzz*
My phone went off in class, again. He knows I can't text in here. I checked it anyway like always, because I loved the attention he gave me.
"I hope you're having a good day angel :)"
Butterflies. Even from 80 miles away. We never saw each other face to face, we were young and had nobody willing to take us to each other. We called, we texted, we messaged. He said his phone didn't let him video chat.
*Buzz*
Him again?
Wrong. It was my best friend. Who became friends with Max because she was so close to me. Let's call her Nicole.
" Erica, I have stuff to show you after class "
No biggie. Nicole and me were as close as sisters after I started going to school with her in 8th grade. We told each other almost every thing. I guess Max didn't realize this yet.
"You're going to hate me, and this isn't my fault i really don't know what this little boy is trying to pull!" Nicole might as well have announced this to the entire 8th grade hallway.
The texts she showed me though, i wish she hadn't even announced to me. He was trying to flirt with her, ease his way through friendship like he did with me. I called him in the bathroom a few minutes later, feeling sorry for myself close to tears in a stall.
"Why did you send her those texts?"
"What? What's wrong baby?"
"Tell me right now why you're flirting with Nicole. I'm not about to do this."
"I wasn't flirting! I was being friendly! I'm so sorry, don't look at it that way please."
I was forgiving him. My problem was I can never stay angry for more then 5 fucking minutes at a time no matter who it was. Especially him.
"Never again?"
"Never again."
That was the first time of so many hearing that.
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Move on Max
RomanceVery first story on Wattpad. Based on events that happened in my life, but I have changed all the names except my own because it's my story. How I became stronger then the boy who killed me.
