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June 15
Every Saturday night, we would play video games with Chief, Holland, and Mikey. For us, that was always more fun than the wild parties thrown by the jocks and rich kids in our year.
One Saturday, the four of us were playing Call of Duty. We talked and laughed for hours. It was exactly what I needed after a week of night shifts at Archie's.
Holland was rambling about his latest conquest when Chief, out of the blue, asked if you could join the party. I didn't expect my heart to drop as fast as it did.
My chest tightened when your gamertag popped into the party list.
You were greeted by an onslaught of questions and laughter, mainly from Chief. He asked you who "the chick" was all over your timeline.
The second I heard your voice, the world started spinning.
And all you said was her name, followed by the nervous laugh I'd come to expect in awkward situations.
When Chief's prodding questions shifted in topic to me, I thought I was going to be sick.
You pretended we were friends, that everything was fine. You lied to our best friends and expected me to play along.
So, I said I had to eat dinner and left the call before anyone could question it.
I sat at my desk for almost twenty minutes until my body relaxed, my heart slowed, and my breathing steadied.
You used to calm the attacks. Now, you're the cause of them.
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