Romance in Paradise

(5) The Weekend

Merciren had told the counselor everything. More than he meant to. He would regret it in the long run and he already knew that. He would be running from himself. He normally did. He hated connections with others. You know you hate connections with people so why try. Why try to get with the hotest girl in school. Your just a dumbfuck and your nothing more than a piece of shit. Merciren knew he was better than that. He just had to learn and adapt. Adapt to his new surroundings. Try to make things right with her. You can't do it you never could. You can't now.

Merciren sat there on his couch. thinking. He would normally read. He then knew what he needed to do. He had to find the person. He couldn't match anyone to the writing. He knew it wasn't Janice. Knew it wasn't Ardenela. He would have said no to that note immediately. She liked him; he highly disliked her. Never going to happen. He liked Janice more then her at least. Just about everyone would say she was out of his league but in truth he was out of her's. He knew better than to just sit and think of depressing things. He just couldn't help it now. He was just to sad. To angry. To everything. He couldn't make sense on what to do exactly. Not until he had his one and only. His only longing won't be ceased until he made things right with her.

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Janice, on the other hand, was wishing she hadn't moped. Her family had noticed and she could help but break down. She had been hurt by her crush. She couldn't help but think I was on purpose. She had heard the rumors of her being way out of his league. She just couldn't take in the fact that they were true. Her mind at this point was all over the place. Even to the death of her closest friend, Olivia Haldings.

Olivia had always been there for Jnice whenever she was needed. In some way she was still with Janice and she did know that. It just still sucked to think about. Hurt to talk about, expecially to her parents. Her parents always wanted to know but she didn't feel like they would care. She found that they worry worse when she wouldn't say, but she didn't care. She didn't want to share her feelings or thought. It would take more than a question. Probably a new car, really expensive food, and a weekend of binge watching movies on Netflix. One of those being done at the moment. All she needed was to be left alone for a little bit. She needed to think. Think about everything. Think about her love life and how much It sucks. How she feels is indescribable. Nothing could phrase how she felt. One person could fix her. She was heartbroken. Your never going to be with him. Unless he goes way downhill bitch.

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