*AUTHORS NOTE*
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Must read.
Okay so, I haven't updated in like, I'm guessing 305757382 years? Ha, but I read over some of my stories and saw A LOT of mistakes that maybe you guys probably/probably not have noticed? Excuse me for that. I really don't think I just write. And I don't check it over but now I do, I've been way more responsible and mature. And you can probably tell the chapters were okay but kind of childish? Haha, sorry.
But enough of that, I'll let you guys read my next chapter (;
Hope you like it!
I'm writing more.
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Peyton's P.O.V.
I saw guilt in his eyes. For once I saw it.
It didn't make me feel bad. My blood boiled under my skin, my anger raising and tension was in the air. You could feel it.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.." He cried out.
We took this argument to a guest room upstairs, away from everybody so we didn't make a big scene.
"Well what the fuck Marcel? It was like we we're friends and then all of a sudden in a blink of an eye you were..you were...THIS!" I huffed.
"This? What's this?" He asked.
"Not Marcel, that's for fucking sure." I huffed and walked out. I'm so done, I'm done with this bullshit. He thinks he's all that, and so better. But I kinda miss him. I kinda miss Marcel.
Marcel's P.O.V.
"Not Marcel, that's for fucking sure."
Her words stuck to my mind like glue. It pained me to see her so angry at me.
I was selfish.
I need her. I can't think of our relationship as nothing. We both need to work things out.
And that's what we'll do.
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Sorry it's short..I'm making a new chapter 👊 tell me how it is? Thanks. Xx
