You're a popular girl at your school. But you and your friends are the nice popular people.
Joey Birlem is the new boy in your homeroom and all your classes. He's quiet, and doesn't really speak to anyone, until you approach him.
So you took it that Joey broke up with you. So all weekend, you spent watching movies, eating a lot of food, and crying.
Although it was just a breakup, you loved Joey more than you loved anyone in the world. He was something special, someone who you could lean your head on in tough times and tough situations. And you missed that.
The fact that you could lean your head on him every-time you needed him.
*SUNDAY, GOING FOR A MORNING RUN*
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You ran about a block before you ran into Joey.
Like, physically ran into him. You had no idea that it was him, when you were both knocked to the ground.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you say, looking at the boy who you had knocked over.
"It's fine, really," he mutters, then looks at you.
You pause, realising it was Joey.
"Y/n?"
"I have to go," you say, not even bothering to help him up, and then you run away.
"Y/n!" you hear him yell, but you continue to run.
You almost start crying on the way back home. You run inside, then straight to the shower.
'I just ran into Joey, my ex-boyfriend who I still love,' you thought to yourself, and took deep breaths to calm yourself.
Joseph Birlem! Of all people, the boy had to be Joey!
'This is a message,' you think to yourself, 'this is a message telling me something about Joey.'
Once you got out of the shower, you were getting dressed, when you heard people talking downstairs. It was your parents with someone you didn't really know- your brain couldn't put a finger on it.
You got dressed quickly, knwing that someone other than family was inside your house, speaking to your parents.
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You walked downstairs, and as soon as you saw who your parents were talking to, your mouth dropped open, and you stared at the person in hate.
