"you need to forget me.."
"you don't understand the fact that every little thing you do makes me fall for you.."
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when colby brock starts spiralling out after a break up he focuses his anger and pain out on one specific girl.
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in which venus...
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AFTER FINDING Emalyne in the cafeteria sitting in our usual spots with my fries and her chicken salad I plop down across from her and she smiles widely.
"How has your day been so far?" She asks after finishing a bite of her salad.
"Boring." I bluntly reply. It's true—nothing has happened except for when Colby talked to me but that's not that weird is it?
I mean, he's never even said one word to me before, I doubt he's ever even looked at me until English.
The problem is—I tend to overthink a lot of things that occur during my lifetime, it's a habit that can't stop and let me just say, it's frustrating because my overthinking turns into an overnight.
Emalyne notices me staring at the wall, continuously raising my eyebrows up and down. She flicks my shoulder, making me drop my fork.
Annoyed, I huff before picking it up and placing it on the table. "There goes my lunch."
She chuckles before texting someone. I don't understand how but Emalyne can text very fast and it makes me really dizzy. I think it just comes with having a lot of friends who text her a lot but other than that I have no clue.
That's correct— like I said I don't have many friends and so that means not texting a lot which I truly do not mind. I think phones are really abusive to our minds and I know I probably sound like some old woman but it's true, they manipulate us into forgetting about the outside world and that we actually have a family.
Suddenly I feel arms wrap around my neck and the scent of coconut instantly hits me, making me smile.
"Hi Brandon." I hold the 'n' before shifting my head up to see the face of Brandon.
He sits next to me, sliding his bag onto his lap and rummaging through it until pulling out something silver.
"A fork?" I scoff before grabbing it slowly.
"Em texted me saying that you dropped your fork once again." He rolls his eyes playfully and Emalyne takes the dirty fork before throwing it in the garbage beside us.
