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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
"There's always hope, even when darkness surrounds you"✨
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Christmas Eve.
I haven't been able to smile at that phrase for a long time. Or the phrase "Christmas Day". Why? Oh let me tell you why.
Firstly, my mum had passed away during this time. I love her so much- I don't even understand how I've made it through like this. But I guess I've pulled through it.
Secondly, other than Daniel- I had no one. And that in a sense was quite saddening, but in another, it kept everything on a low profile. Danny didn't ask for much- and when he wanted something pricy of the sort, he'd tell me well in advance.
Lastly, well it was the time around Rose had disappeared. Yes, I fucking hate her but I will always remember the way she broke it all up. My heart, my life.
She left it in shambles.
It was a rainy day, and I was heading to her house free dropping Danny to Nick's. She'd cheated on me with one of the Football boys. Stupid McGregor boy. Line backer. Of course she'd choose someone else. So I was going up to confront her. (American Football)
They'd engaged in more than just a small make out session and a one time fling. Actually, it was a weekly thing. They'd hook up and fuck each other, make out and shit like that.
And when I'd heard, my eyes were popping out of their sockets. Oh how you ask? Nick saw them kissing at the pub a few streets down from school. I was walking to her house to confront her.
It was on her porch. A small, laminated piece of paper. For me. She knew it was going to rain, hence the lamination.
It said seven words. She knew it had to be seven. My unlucky number, could it get any worse? It just took seven words to destroy my life.
"I'm leaving you and this town. Bye."
It was written in her swirly handwriting of hers, and I knew it was meant for me. Who else was it meant for? The McGregor boy? Maybe. But I'd taken it as if she meant it for me.
A week after, there'd been a leak on Instagram, of course, it could only be from the McGregor boy's account. The screen was all black but you could hear them both moaning.
I couldn't get it out of my head.
I couldn't blame the boy though. She was gorgeous, platinum blonde locks up to her hips, a nice ass and full lips. She should've held back- she was in a relationship. I'd given up my virginity for her because I thought she loved me like I did her. But she didn't.
She abused my love. And then she was done. She left me... she broke up with me through a note. Seven words. That's it. No goodbye, no rant, no phone call, not even a text.
I'd rather have been dumped by text than that. Seriously.
So yeah, I do think I'm justified with my hate. No words can explain how angry I'd been. I hated her with every atom in me, and if I could-I'd probably spit in her face once I got the opportunity to.
