Heartbreak Girl

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Parts 3
Time 7m

Reads 57
Votes 1
Parts 3
Time 7m

“I was just talking to Alice and she said when you were on the phone with her, you were acting, and I quote, strange. What’s going on?”
    “Ummm… I’m going to be completely honest with you because, maybe, you can help me.” He said with a shaky breath.
    “So…”
    “The thing is… Ummm… I may still be in love with her.”
    My heart stopped.
    
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    I’m that girl. The girl who always has a boyfriend. The one who is seen as a slut because of it but has never once slept with a guy. Damn stereotypes got me going crazy. Anyways, back to the point. Boyfriends are used as a distracter to me. I mean this in the case of, I have a crush on someone who will never see me as something larger then a friend. I’m just his ‘best friend’ but to me I want something more. Maybe I should tell him at the end of the senior year because then I will probably never see him again. Good luck to me! This is my story.All Rights Reserved

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“I was just talking to Alice and she said when you were on the phone with her, you were acting, and I quote, strange. What’s going on?”
    “Ummm… I’m going to be completely honest with you because, maybe, you can help me.” He said with a shaky breath.
    “So…”
    “The thing is… Ummm… I may still be in love with her.”
    My heart stopped.
    
    ***************************************************************************************************
    
    I’m that girl. The girl who always has a boyfriend. The one who is seen as a slut because of it but has never once slept with a guy. Damn stereotypes got me going crazy. Anyways, back to the point. Boyfriends are used as a distracter to me. I mean this in the case of, I have a crush on someone who will never see me as something larger then a friend. I’m just his ‘best friend’ but to me I want something more. Maybe I should tell him at the end of the senior year because then I will probably never see him again. Good luck to me! This is my story.

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