"Wait... you street fight? Do you know how iresponsible that is?" asks my annoying accquaintance. "Obviously! Why else would I do it? And I thought your friends would have told you. They know about me. And how you shouldn't mess with me. So go home, and don't be my friend." I snap. Xavier Smith is not my friend. He thinks he is, he hangs around, but he doesn't even know who I am. He's naïve and stupid. He should've never talked to me in the first place. Being alone is my thing. Being a bad girl is my thing.
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