Secret Love (FINISHED)
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"You want to fight" I yelled at Camila, My "best friend".
"You got that right" she yelled. That's when i lost it and punched her. We were on the floor now with me on top of her throwing punches at her face while she pulled my hair but that isn't going to stop me.
"Fight like a real women" I yelled at her. Then all the sudden I felt someone pulling me away. I was then dragged out into the locker room.
"What the hell"I yelled.
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