Chapter 14: Basketball Shorts

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Guys, I'm gonna start updating more recently because I'm ALMOST done with school! I just have to study for finals and I'm all good! Then I'm going to update this story more often!

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Anyway, I am so happy you guys like this story so far! Anyway! Here is the next chapter!

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John's POV

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It been a week and a half without her. My heart aches, I hate that this might be over for us. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

Who am I kidding?

This was my mistake

Mine.

If I just told her why I was mad and why I did it then she could explain everything to me and she would be in my arms right now. The only thing in my arms right now is my pillow.

"John! Get your ass up!" Derek yells at me as he throws a pillow at my face.

Yeah Derek, he thinks I don't notice. I know he goes visit Debby at times, it drives me crazy! Derek, Stacy, Zac, and even Ricky have all seen her!

I'm an idiot.

I haven't even tried to call or text her.

Maybe I should.

No it's too late now, she will never want me back now.

"Dude, I know you are still upset but look, if you are not even gonna try to get her back then don't weep about it. You obviously don't care enough to even try." Derek rolls his eyes.

"I do care!" I snap.

"Then how about you get your ass up, go to her house, and fucking talk to her! She isn't just going to appear in the front door! Trust me, at this rate, you won't ever see her again." Derek yells at me.

He is right. I haven't even tried. No text, no calls. And it's all my fault.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" I yell back.

"Then if you aren't going to treat her right, someone else would!" He snaps right back at me.

Does he mean himself? He can't possibly want to date her after me and her broke up. He knows how much it will hurt me. Damn it, I sound like a girl.

"Who? You?" I ask not losing the fierce in my voice.

"No! I would never do that to you! Maybe that guy in her Spanish class, or that guy in her Calculus class, or maybe even Dean." He knows exactly what he is doing to me. Those guys he names are some of the many, and I mean many, guys who hit on her. Especially fucking Dean

"Stop it!" I yell at him.

"Then stop being such a damn pussy and go talk to her! Before Dean does!" He taunts me

I had enough.

I storm out the room. Down the hall, down a few flights of stairs, and out the door.

I'm not going to Debby's, I need to clear my mind. I just don't know where.

Or maybe I do.

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Debby's POV

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Ring. Ring.

I look at my message.

"Who is it from?" Stacy asks while she paints her nails a pretty coral pink color.

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