I never made it to fifth period, I ended up walking home and going straight to bed. When my parents got the call from the school I told them I had just felt sick and went home. They were good about it and I was off the hook for the time being.
The next morning I decide that I'm still to sick. My mother looks quite concerned and I feel bad but I know I can't face him again for at least a month.
Bit over dramatic wouldn't you think?
I know...but I don't want to see him ever again.
Common he's your best friend, otherwise you'll never get another friend again.
That is...that is...kinda....true I guess...
He's always been there for you, through thick and thin. I'm sure there is reason behind his motives.
Yeah I guess...but I still don't want to see him right now. Maybe if he apologizes properly and explains himself and then begs for my mercy.
Uhuh...
I laze around talking now outloud to myself and imagining the good things that could come out of all this. I hold a pillow in front on me and imagine it as his face.
"You'd better have a proper explanation." I say looking away from the pillow and half crossing my arms.
"Of course I do it was all a big misunderstanding," I move the pillow to the words and mimic his voice as close as I can.
"Oh really. And what's that?"
"She came onto me, my stupid manly urges couldn't be controlled," the pillow almost jumps up and down.
"Hmph, I don't know if I can believe you,"
"Please, I'd never love a big tittied, perfect bodied, tiny, bitch such as her."
"So she really means nothing?"
"Yes, I never loved anyone else but you."
I blush even though it's just a pillow, "B-but that's so...serious."
"Exactly, I am completely serious about you and will follow you to the ends of the earth."
"R-really," I hold the pillow closer to my face.
"Really." He moves closer too.
My lips are so close they're about to touch his, "I..."
I hear repeated loud barks from down stairs and immidiatly snap out of my fantasy. My pillow is thrown across the room to the wall and I fall off the side of my bed. I scramble to my feet and rush down the stairs to where my dog is barking at the door. A pure white mutt with pirked up ears looks over at me wagging her tail.
"Dammit Lightning, you gave me a heart attack."
I open the door expecting there to be no one and just to prove to my dog that she had no reason to bark. I heard no knock or doorbell so this is what I assumed but to my surprise, it was none other than the big tittied brunette herself.

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Complicated
RomanceThis story involves a girl and a boy, how any love story would start but with every love story there comes...some complications.