Weeks went by. I hung out with Tanner and Quentin, but Dylan didn't come by at all.
I wasn't mad. I wasn't sad. I just wanted my best friend back.
"We should talk to him. It's been what, two weeks?" Quentin said.
I looked up at him with sad eyes. "He won't talk to me. I just want my best friend."
I sat crisscross on Tanners bed, looking down at my lap. "He shouldn't be the one mad at me. Right?"
"He's the one that cheated." Tanner said. "He's being such a dick."
Tanner came next to me and put his arm around me. "I'll talk to him."
"Thanks tan tan." I said slightly smiling.
"Your welcome Mads." Tanner said pushing me off his bed.
"Seriously." I said giving him a death glare.
"The poor girl." Quentin said.
"At least you care Quentin." I said walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Tanner asked. "Your mad at me now?"
"I'm going to see Taylor, not trying to offend you bitch." I said flicking him off.
"Same old Madison I see." Tanner said.
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Sorry working on two other books rn.
