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107, 120, 126 ❁ 𝘻𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘯

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𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @𝗦𝘀𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝟬𝟮𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟴
"𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛?"
"𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦?"
"𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔"
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school isn't easy for anyone, but it's even harder when you're taking AP classes. i wouldn't dare take any classes that aren't AP. i don't want to go to just any college.
since i've been little, i've dreamed of going to the university of southern california. i had pledged to work as hard as possible so that i could achieve that dream.
my best friend, zach, is the polar opposite. he's talented. he can sing. he's already gained a fan base on youtube. zach isn't concerned about his future. he's always out doing something crazy without a care in the world.
i sat in my room, working on a paper that i have been working on for the past four hours. my throat burned and i was hungry, but i needed to finish this paper.
all of a sudden, my door burst open and zach ran in, my dog chasing him. zach was holding coffee in his hands and i knew what was going to happen next, but i didn't react fast enough.
the coffee went flying out of zach's hand and onto my laptop.
i just stared in defeat, knowing that the past four hours of work were completely gone.
"shit, i'm so sorry! i didn't mean for that to happen," zach said, staring at me with guilty eyes.
"zach, i spent four hours working on that paper! why do you have to be so stupid!" i screamed, anger taking over.
i knew he didn't mean it, but i don't think i've ever been this pissed in my whole life.
"i....i didn't know that, i'm sorry. i really didn't mean for that to happen, you have no idea how bad i feel," he said, moving to hug me.
"no, don't touch me! " I screamed, pushing past him to go get paper towels to soak up the coffee that is running from my desk onto my floor.
i ripped a bunch of paper towels off the role and stormed back into my room, setting them on top of the huge puddle of coffee. i picked my laptop up, but I was stopped by zach, who took it from me and placed it back down on my desk.
"zach, can you just fuck off already? i have to rewrite this entire paper and I can't deal with your shit right now," i snapped, watching as his features changed from guilty to hurt.
"i just...i wanted to say i'm sorry. i didn't mean for that to happen," he said softly, sounding small.
"yeah, well, it did happen. you ruined everything, zach!" I yelled at him, picking up the paper towels and throwing them in the trash can.
"I don't know what to say? I'll buy you a new laptop, I'm seriously so sorry," he said, his tone sounding desperate.
"Are you ever going to listen?!? You don't think, Zach! You do stupid shit all the time, sometimes I wonder how you're still alive! Can you just fucking go home! I literally hate your right now!" I went off.
Zach's tears and broken facial expression went unnoticed by me as I started wiping up the coffee. I heard him run out of my room, but I didn't bother to go after him. I knew he was probably hurt by my words, but I was so angry at him that I didn't give two shits. He deserved to be upset, he just ruined four hours of very hard work because he's an idiot.

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I walked into school the next morning, exhausted. Since Zach ruined my paper, I pulled an all nighter to rewrite the entire thing and revise it a hundred more times. Zach always waits for me by the water fountain on the corner of the main hallway, but he wasn't there today. I assumed he was sick, so I headed to class without a second thought.
Whenever I'm tired and stressed, Zach always gives me a shoulder massage and gives up his coffee so that I can have it. We sit next to each other in our first class, so I was excited to see him so could give me one of his famous shoulder massages.
I was shocked when I walked in the classroom, seeing Zach with his hood pulled tight and his head down on the desk. Zach's never tired, he's so lively and he never stops jumping around.
I sat down at my desk and laid a hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently.
"Hey, Zach, you okay?" I asked softly, continuing to rub his back.
"Why the fuck do you care if I'm okay? I thought you hated me," he said coldly, making me realize why he was upset.
"Zach, I didn't mean-"
He cut me off, staring at me hard.
"You didn't mean it? You were just mad? I don't care how mad you were, you literally told me that you hate me! I didn't mean to break you stupid laptop and I never meant to ruin your fucking paper! I apologized, and I'm still sorry about it, I would never do something like that intentionally! I felt like such a jerk, you have no idea. I just can't believe that you would throw our friendship away and say you hate me over a fucking paper!" He shouted, glaring at me.
I only stared at him, beginning to realize how truly hurt he was by my words.
"Zach, I-"
"No, I don't want an explanation. I don't care. I don't think I'm low enough to say I hate you, but I definitely don't like you at all right now."
With that, he grabbed his notebooks and moved away from me, sitting on the whole other side of the room.
I couldn't stop the tears from falling and I grabbed my belongings and ran to the bathroom. I sat in a stall, hating myself for yelling at him and making him feel this bad.
I couldn't change this.
That was the last day I ever talked to Zach Herron.

.......i hate unhappy endings but i did it anyways 😩

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