Jake

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I hate having to stand there and laugh while pretending to agree with what they're doing.
Emma always insists on holding my hand in public but we never talk. It's all a show for her, she doesn't love me, and I don't love her.

But I felt bad for Rose, from the badge she was wearing I'm guessing it was her birthday. I wanted to run over and help but I can't, I don't want to be an outcast! If only she were more like Emma and my other friends, but I don't want just another one of those girls, I want her. But I can't have her, because that's not who people like me date. I have to date stuck up bitches with so much fake tan they could be oranges.I do feel bad for Emma though, she has all that stuff with her parents, she puts on a face at school but I know she's hurting. But still, it's no excuse for the way she is.

I walk home with Eliot at the end of the day and we head back to mine to play some new scary video game his parents won't let him play. He doesn't even mention Rose. But it's all I can think about. He just  acts as if all is fine and we didn't ruin a girls birthday.
"What you guys did to Rose was mean." I say trying to sound half distracted and as if I didn't care as much as I did.
"Who's Rose?" He asked. He didn't even know her name.
"The girl who's books you hit out her hands!" I sound a little more angry now,
"Oh! You mean Freaky Freckles? Why you so bothered? You like her or summin'?"  He said without taking his eyes off the zombies on the screen,
"Me? No. I like Emma. And besides who would date a freak, right?" But I would. I'd date that freak. As a matter of fact, I don't think she's a freak at all. I think she's beautiful.

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