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"You haven't even given her a chance" I say to him

"Don't tell me she set you up to get to me" He says

"No, we're friends" aren't we? I sure hope so.

A car honk gets our attention.

"Mia, I'm not interested. Just forget it" He says and walks to the passenger seat of Ryan's car.

I follow after him into the backseat. It really isn't fair to Chloe that he isn't giving her a chance. She's an amazing person when you get to meet her.

"So how was school kids" Ryan asks us.

"It was great. Except for when Ethan kept intervening with my friends and deciding who I should and shouldn't be friends with" I say giving Ethan a cold hard glare. He isn't looking at me, but I know he can feel it.

"Why would he do that?" Ryan asks nobody in particular.

"She was befriending all the wrong people" He says simply.

"So? She'll learn from her mistakes if she does. Just let her be. Give her some space" Ryan says. I see Ethan glare at Ryan as if he's trying to tell him something.

You go Ryan. Tell him he isn't to decide shit for me. I give a small victory smile their way. Ethan let's out a deep breath and it's signals the end of conversation. When we pull up into our house I head straight to my bedroom and change into my pyjamas and get into bed.

My digital clock reads 3:40. I don't even bother starting with any homework. My first day back at school wasn't too bad. I replay the events of today in my head and before I even know it, I surrender to the warm and cozy arms of sleep.

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By the time I wake up, the time is 6:27 pm. I still have a lot of time to kill. I check my notifications on my phone to see if there's anything worth looking at. I have two text messages from Chloe about the art assignment. I reply to her messages quickly and walk to my wardrobe to pick out some clothes for my shower. I choose out a thick Everlast sweater and a pair or black sweatpants. I grab a matching pair of silky navy blue bra set. The silky fabric is my favourite texture for lingerie. I open my cupboard of towels and take out my robe. I walk to the bathroom with my clothes in my arms and my bath robe draped over my shoulder. Just as I open the bathroom door, a hand tugs on my sleeve.

"I'm sorry" Ethan says plainly.

"It's fine" I say. I want to say more, tell him to fuck off and get his shit together. Instead, I walk into the bathroom and undress. I place my clothes into the laundry hamper and walk towards the shower. Before stepping into the shower, I turn on the fan. I prefer to have cold showers than hot but I just can't get the perfect temperature. It's a bit hotter than my likings but it's fine, heat helps with sleep anyway. I first shampoo my hair with my favourite TRESemmé shampoo and conditioner. It smells like coconut milk and aloe vera. I use strawberry scented body wash to wash my body and brush through my hair.

Once I'm done, I turn off the water and put on my robe to dry myself. I towel dry my hair because when I use a blowdryer my hair turns frizzy and it makes it harder to work with. I wrap the towel in my hair and grab my moisturiser from the cupboard and spread it across my face and on my hands. I wear my underwear and bra, followed by the sweatpants and the hoodie. I remove the towel from my hair and braid it down my back. I put my robe into the hamper and exit the bathroom.

I head downstairs to the kitchen. I find the jar of Nutella in one of the cupboards and take out white sliced bread from the fridge. I throw two slices into the toaster and take one scoop of Nutella and pop it into my mouth.