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Continued from 47

Colton, Dawn and I are sitting on his front steps, with me between his legs and him a step above me, his arm wrapped around Dawn next to him.

I pull out a cigarette, and I light it, taking a couple long drags before passing it to him. I can feel her glare at both of us as he takes it from my fingers.

"Babe, I thought I told you to not share a cigarette with.." She trails off, and I know she nods her head towards me. It's not hard to figure out.

She's been trying to faze me out. I can tell. Intentionally not listening to me when I even try a conversation, and whenever Colton talks to me, she shouts over me and has been insulting me and my lifestyle.

"Oh come on, we've been doing that since we were twelve." Colton says.

"It's gross, I don't want any of her...hood germs on you." Dawn sneers, not-so-accidentally kicking me in the head with her stupid red heels.

"You're actually joking, right?" I ask, turning around to look at her. She bats her eyelashes in a fake innocence.

"Oh, did I say that? I'm so selfish, I'm so sorry." Her voice drips in sarcasm.

"You know what, if you're gonna insult me, do it to my face. You're not smart enough to be subtle about it." I stand, and she stands too.

"Guys, calm down." Colton says, trying to stop the oncoming fight.

"No, no I want to hear what this Jessica Rabbit bitch has to say." My voice is rising.

"Okay. You wanna hear it?" She slowly starts towards me.

"You are nothing but some broke, hood white bitch who can't handle the fact that she is doomed to be a slave to her druggie father, trying to live her own life but drastically failing, as I, the saving grace, take dear Colton away from the pile of trash in front of me." I slap her, and I slap her hard.

"The fact that you even mention my father, and trying to take the one boy who I actually fucking love, shows that you're just an air headed bitch who is so far up her own ass that she thinks every person who lives in my neighborhood is a drug-ridden pile of shit, and you, my fair maiden, are the pile of trash here." She leaps toward me, and I can anticipate her move from a mile away.

I step to the side, and she misses me entirely. I do what I used to do whenever kids tried to attack me when I was babysitting, placing my hand on her forehead as she tries to swing at me.

"You know what, Dawn, just go. I can't believe that you tried to steal me away from her." Colton says, his voice dripping in venom.

That's when she stops trying to hit me, and turns toward him.

"Coley, baby, please, don't go down with her. You're such a good guy." She pleas, tears forming in her soulless eyes.

He ignores her, and he steps toward me.

"Avery, I'm so sorry. I should've just gone for you when I had the chance." He says, placing his hands on my face ever so gently.

I feel like I'm in some kind of drama. Where I finally defeat the mean girl and get the guy. And it's the one time in my life where I feel like I'm truly happy.

"Can you forgive me?" He asks, that same fond look on his face.

I respond by finally closing the distance between us, kissing him as if I won't be able to tomorrow. These past four months of them dating has all built up to this moment. I run my hands through his curly grey-ish brown hair, and he pulls me in closer, his strong arms around my waist.

When we pull apart, his stunning blue eyes are shining with happiness, and I'm sure my brown ones are doing the same.

"Stay with me, alright?" I whisper, touching my nose to his.

"Of course. I have all this time, haven't I?"