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Moves like jagger • Maroon 5

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"Rumors spread like wildfire

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"Rumors spread like wildfire."

- smoke and fire, Sabrina carpenter.

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Avalyn

Kill me.

Literally.

Because what was happening was beyond my tolerance level. Ethan and i haven't abused each other in last half an hour — which is also a record. It was eight in the morning and we were travelling back to home. And he hasn't even looked in my direction, let alone say something. And as weird as it sounds, it is kind of ruining my mood.

I know i have a less than toned, jelly-belly and i did not look very pleasing dressed in a towel, but that doesn't mean that he has the right to ignore me. Moreover he has always called me ugly. so why all the ignoring? Its unacceptable.

He fucking can't do this.

"Ethan?" I burst out without thinking twice.

"What?" He asked normally.

But the problem is we never talk normally. Fact.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I almost screamed, which lead him to almost crash his car into a monster loaded truck. He took a sharp turn which saved us from smashing our heads open on the windshield.

"Are you fucking insane?!" He screamed back the second we were in clear again.

I burst into laughter. He looked at me like I have come straight out of a mental asylum. I laughed harder. A second later he shook his head.

"You indeed are completely insane" he muttered.

"Like you are the most sensible person on the face of planet blue." I snapped back sarcastically.

"At least i don't yell in the middle of the road and get us almost dead though I would like you to die so I can have peace in my life for once." For the first time during that drive, he sounded normal -- our kind of normal.

I sighed in relief silently before continuing to argue with him.

We argued for two hours, until the car didn't come to a hault in front of our houses — we live on the opposite side of the same street, in front of each other.

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