"What did I do?" I ask myself.
"Well, Blake, obviously you pushed her too much too far, so she crached," my mirror image answered me.
So what, I'm a lunatic. I've accepted it.
"But is feels so... wrong," I say to myself. My voice was as hoarse as my little cousins's after a One Direction concert.
"Because it's not you?"
"No, because she's Zaili. On the two years I've known Zaili, she has never once dated somebody, snogged somebody, hell, she never even thinks a boy is hot or handsome or whatever. And now she shows up at school with a stranger, some deranged (or delusional) boy she must have met after Friday. That means about 48 hours of knowing him. I've known her for two years!"
"And yet he was the one with his noodly as around her," the mirror replies.
"Why does she want him?! Why can't she just tell me what she is feeling!" I momentarily explode.
"So what now? Are you going to fight for her?" I jump eleven feet high as Zeke exits a stall.
"Oh..." I mutter, red-ish.
"'Cause I don't think you should give up, man. She looks at you like you're special, and that is something to hold on to," Zeke gives me a half-smile and stalks away.
"I won't give up, Zaili. I wish I had enough courage to say it to you instead of the mirror. I wish we could ve together. I wish wishing never existed," I say softly. My eyes close as I try to sort out my rumbled mind without crying.
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Teen FictionZaili Amberton is alone. The cliché is that she is surrounded. She is surrounded by family, by friends, by the Pack. By her fellow Morphs. But as new rivals strike up against everything that Zaili believes to be true, disaster strikes. With big shoe...
