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Peyton Meyer and Sabrina carpenter are best friends. Sabrina loves him. He doesn't know. Peyton has a girlfriend and refuses to have feelings for his best friend. They get into some fights. A while later, Sabrina moves because she get...
I'm glad my sister and I made up. I hated to be mad at her. Jeez Sabrina, why are you so bipolar? It's 3:03 so I'm gonna get ready.
I fish through my closet until I find the perfect outfit.
I get a red and grey crop top, ripped white skinny jeans, black converse, and a tan, thick choker. I do natural makeup and curl my hair. I put my mini backpack on the sofa, so when I leave I'll see it.
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By the time I was ready, it was 3:14. We leave in about twenty-five minutes. grrrrrrr. My stomach growls. Whenever I eat too much, I get bloated. I decide not to starve myself, I'll whip up a fruit salad. I put my phone in my pocket and walk downstairs.
As I'm cutting the strawberries, my phone rings from my back pocket. It's Jax calling me. "Hey Jax, what's up!" My voice is muffled due to the strawberry I popped into my mouth.
"Just wanted to wish you good luck." He says.
I can feel him grinning on the other side of the phone.
"Awww. Thanks." I say, swallowing my strawberry and getting the blueberries out of the fridge.
"No problem. "Soooo... anything eventful happen today?" He asks.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Ummm... nope," I reply, popping the p.
"Nobody... came over to your house?" He pesters.
I roll my eyes and question him, "Ok. What do you know and who told you?"
"Someone told me that you and some dude were having sexual interactions in your room."
"Who?!" I ask frantically.
"Hey. I'm no sell out." He says. I'm gonna kill em'. I think to myself.
"I'm literally going to strangle you."
"Peyton. Peyton told me." He says quickly while I grunt.
"But did you?! Did you and some guy have sex? Can I be The Godfather? I call dibs on being the GodFather!!" He says, all in one breath, taking a hefty sigh at the end.
"No. I would never. If anything, I would tell you. You're my best friend." I reassure him while slightly chuckling at his enthusiasm to be a godfather.
"Best Friend?" He questions.
"Yeah, Peyton hates me sooo..." I trail off.
"Not that I'm not flattered but, he doesn't hate you. You were all he talked about."
"Yeah, well I doubt it."
"Ok, think what you want, he practically loves you cau-" I cut him off.
"Listen. I don't want to talk about him right now. Bad enough he told me we can't be best friends until I confess my love for him." I mumble to where Jax can hear me.
