EVAN'S POV
I looked at my new lock and home screen.
"I feel deprived." I said.
"You'll get over it." Alex said looking at his phone.
"Oh, and whatever you do, don't look at her Instagram." He said.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"No reason." He said.
"Tell me." I demanded.
"Cause I said so." He said.
"I'm doing it." I said.
I clicked on her recent.
She was wearing a black shirt with white writing that said
#YOUNGANDBLESSED I read the caption.
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mkyoffical, next time you leave me alone in your room make sure your clothes are picked up ;) #youngandblessed
I groaned.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He said.
"You did. I just didn't listen." I groaned.
"How do I get over her?" I asked.
"Well, getting rid of everything that reminded you of her didn't work. Getting drunk didn't work. You may just have to wait it out." He said.
"For another twenty three days?" I asked.
"Sorry, bro. I know, it sucks." He said.
"Why me?" I groaned.
"There you go. Let it all out." He said.
"Why couldn't I be Hispanic, have good hair, and sing?" I asked.
He patted my back.
"All you need to do is vent." He said.
"The only reason they're so close is because they're Hispanic." I sighed.
"And they sing." I added on.
"I hate life." I said.
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Love Me Harder
Romance"So if you want to keep me, you gotta gotta got to love me harder"
