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"Why did you just do that?" I yell, running the back of my hand across my lips in disgust.
"You wouldn't shut up!" Kaleb yells back at me, a smug look crosses his face. "But don't act like it wasn't...
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Song: Miss Murder by AFI
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It's been over a week since I spoke to Kaleb Nixon. Since our project was done and I told him we weren't doing the extra credit, there was nothing for us to talk about. That would change soon, because next week we had to present our poem in front of the whole class. I was just ready for that to be over with.
"Greer, you in there?" Adam is waving his hand in front of my face to try and get my attention.
I look away from the salad that I've been pushing around. "What? Sorry."
"What's up with you lately? You've been out of it." He questions.
I shrug, "Just not feeling well, I guess."
"I've barely seen you eat all week." He says, sounding concerned.
"School food's gross." I complain.
"As long as you're eating something at least."
"Don't worry about me, Adam." I laugh.
"Too bad." He sticks his tongue out at me.
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The day passes in a slow blur. I barely pay attention through my classes. I don't know why I feel this way. A part of me feels relieved to be free of the stress that comes along with Kaleb Nixon. Then there's also another part, deep down inside, that tells me I need to go back.
As I cross the parking lot towards my car, I notice Kaleb's car parked not far from mine. He's leaning against his driver’s door, arms crossed over his broad chest. Black sun glasses cover his dark eyes. His leather jacket is draped across the hood of his Mustang. Even though I can't see his eyes, I know he's staring at me.
I quickly cast my eyes downward and slip into my car. My chest feels tight. I grip my steering wheel with clenched fists and take in a deep breath. I back out of my parking space and leave the school behind.
I'm at a stop sign when my heart finally slows down. I reach forward to turn up the volume of my radio. I look up at the road again, I've been sitting at the stop sign for too long. Good thing no one else is around. I'm just about to take my foot from the brake, when there's a loud crash and my whole car lurches forward.
At first, I can't understand what happened. My body is shaking and my heart is pounding. I look up into my rear-view mirror and notice that a car is way too close to me. That's when things start to make sense. Some idiot just rear-ended me.
The anger quickly seeps into my veins, replacing the fear. I throw open my door and stomp around to the back side of my car. I ignore whoever hit me for a moment. When my eyes spot the damage, I calm down. It's only a small dent. I put my hand to my chest and take in a deep breath.
"Crap, I'm so sorry!" A voice says frantically. My eyes focus on the guy standing next to me. He's pulling at his blonde hair with shaking hands. His blue eyes are wide as they stare between my car and his. "Are you okay?"
