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please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me, please don't talk to -
"hey," Angel said at possibly the worst time. I was walking with Abby, and praying that she wouldn't say anything.
Just ignore it.
"hey," she said again, obviously trying to get my attention.
"hi" i responded quietly, hoping Abby wouldn't hear me.
"oh there's satans little girl," Abby said glaring at Angel.
That seemed to only make Angel smile rather than make her upset, which im sure is the reaction Abby was hoping for. I didn't know what to do. I mean obviously I should go with Abby and make fun of her, because Abby is my friend and Angel is definitely not my friend. But some really annoying, small, part of my brain is telling me to lay off. Surprisingly my mouth followed my brain, even though I did not want any part of it.
"Just leave her alone Abby," i sighed.
"Does someone have a crush?" She said, earning a laugh from some of the boys that were watching from their pale blue metal lockers
"No. But does somebody have a brain? because i think you may need to borrow it from them. You're always picking on other people instead of minding your own goddamn business!" I shot back, visibly angry.
"You're gonna wish you didn't say that when you're sitting on lawn by yourself with Angel at lunch," she said, turning around flipping her golden blonde hair and walking away.
"thanks," Angel cowardly said.
"don't think i did this because i like you, i did this because she needs to stop. that could possibly be the end of my life right there, so don't think im risking it for you," i replied in a harsh tone and walked quickly away to my locker before class.
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"hey, im sorry, i uh didn't think that you were doing that because you like me or anything," i quickly tried to apologize to Carmen.
"sorry i yelled at you, im just really confused right now, and i want to be left alone." she responded in her normal soft voice.
"oh, ok"
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i flopped down onto the pastel pink sheets as soon as i got home. What am i doing?
i had to sit on the grass with Angel at lunch and it was hell. my friends, and pretty much everyone else laughed at me when i sat down. and it must have embarrassed her and her friend troye when everyone laughed at them. ugh, why do i care? Not my problem, right?
why do i all of the sudden care about Angel?
its just that when i look in to her caramel brown eyes i don't wanna look away, i just want to be around her and make her happ-
oh no...
i might be a bit gay.
oh im in trouble. big time.
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Claudia - FINNEAS
