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sixteen

a/n :: this chapter gets kinda sad so brace yourself

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"BABE!" i heard my obnoxiously loud boyfriend
"yes?"
"APOLLO'S COMMENT! CHECK IT!"
"ugh fine." i groaned. he's so annoying when it comes to apollo.
ok, yes, it was the heart eye cat emoji thing. and yes, christian does have a right to be mad. but if i told him that, he'd do something to apollo and i for sure don't want that to happen. me and apollo are getting closer again, and it's been great.
"baby calm down, i want you and only you." i told him.
"no no no! you're mine and mine only! he needs to hop off your d-"
"just stop, ok?" i interrupted.
"fine." he sighed
"thank you."
"you know, whenever it comes to him you act different. he can do no fucking wrong." he was starting to get pissed.
i laughed.
"christian stephen, first off, who the fuck do you think you're raising your voice at? and two, were not about to get into an argument in the school parking lot at 7:30 in the morning, it's too early for this shit."
"ok, mom." he rolled his eyes.
"shut up giraffe," i said as i pecked his cheek. "don't be so jealous chris, i'm the second luckiest girl in the world to have a guy who's as sweet as you."
"and who's the first?" he asked.
"whoever gets to date noah centineo."
"oh my god shut up." he laughed
he grabbed my hand and we started walking into school. he was wearing his westlake baseball hoodie with a pair of jeans and his infamous white converse.
he. wears. them. every. fucking. day.
he looked great, he always does.
"baby?"
"yes, chris?"
"can i come over later?" he asked
"i just have to ask my mom, but yeah sounds good to me!"
"okay" he said. he had a sudden change in tone, he sounded really really sad. it was weird i've never seen him show so much emotion.
"are you ok, love?"
"y-yeah. i'll meet you in school okay?" he said as he let go of my hand and ran to his car.
that was so odd. i hope he's okay. i have no idea what could of triggered him, he seemed fine earlier.

*CHRISTIAN'S POV*
i can't believe i forgot what day it was. this day, 15 years ago, my dad left me and my mom. i always say my parents got divorced, but in reality, he just fucking left. seeing everyone getting dropped off by their dads just... i don't even know. i shouldn't even care at this point. i'm 17, i have the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, and all the toxic people in my life are gone. but i always wonder if he'd be proud of me. was i the reason he left?
it's 7:30 in the morning and i'm sobbing in my car looking like a complete pussy. this is exactly why i don't show any emotions. i feel so much that i start to feel nothing.