Chapter 12 Matt

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"Hey Amy!"

"Yeah"

"The school just called, I'll be able to go next year"

"That's great Scarlett"

So this morning the school called and said I could make up the 3 tests that I missed during the summer. I was happy I'd be with my friends for the next school year and happy I was home. I still couldn't believe Matt managed to catch me.

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Im not allowed out of the house cause Im still on suicide watch, but at least I have company.

"Hey Scar!"

"Yeah Amy?"

"Guess who just called"

"Who" I said nonchalantly.

"Matt"

At this point she was smiling. That type of suggestive smile.

"Oh please, just because he saved me doesn't mean he's my boyfriend Amy"

"Mhmm" She said still smiling.

"What did he say anyway"

"Not much, just checking up on you"

"Oh ok I'll call him back later"

"So what do you want to do today?"

"I don't know, I'm tired so I'm going back to bed"

"Whatever sleepy head"

I flipped her off as a joke of course. And out of nowhere this girl freaking tackles me.

"Hey what the heck get off me!!!" I say laughing.

"Hell no!" She says as she starts tickling me.

"I tap I tap"

"Say your sorry!"

"I'm sorry, please!!!" I say dying of laughter at this point.

"What are you sorry for?!"

"Flipping you off okay?!?!" I say flustered.

She finally gets off me and we both smile.

"I hate you" I say smiling while walking off to my room.

"Love you too!" She calls back. I chuckle. Maybe it is going to get better. Maybe Im going to get better. But for now, I needed sleep.

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Amy's POV

Wow, I actually had a good laugh with Scarlett. It's been years since we've laughed together. It felt good to see her happy and sorta energetic.

About an hour later Avery called and said she wanted to talk. I reminded her that I couldn't leave Scarlett in here alone and she said she'd come over. She sounded a little weird over the phone but I brushed it off.

When she got here I could tell something was wrong, and when I went outside I found out why.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked her.

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