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" now i know he already said hi so stop lying to my face and tell me what the fuck you two were talking about, you seemed to be enjoying it from where i was standing"

 the anger in his voice made me cringe but i just sat there staring at him in such didbelieve.

" come one i know you have somthing to say about that you little smart ass"

i felt my heart collapse within me, i was speechless. i felt myself go pale. why was he acting this way towards me; what had i done so wrong?

" come on get up were leaving" he grabed for my coat and purse but i reached out and grabed them first. i was not gunna be treated like this.

" no thats okay you can stay, im leaving since im such a little fucking problem to you, stay, mingle with these assholes"

before he could say anything in retort i turned and stormed out, up the stairs and out of the ballroom into the lobby. i saw a phone booth by the main entrance so i walked over sat down inside and closed the glass door. i began to cry but struggle to hold back the tears. i love gabe to death but where is this anger coming from? was it me that made him act this way? all i knew for sure was that this wasnt the same gabe i had come here with tonight. i finally let go and tears streamed down my face. i decided i couldnt stay here any longer. i pulled out my cell phone but my eyes were to blury i couldnt see the screen. what i could make out was the time that read 11:46; and hour before i had to call in and say i was still alive, but what was i gunna say to my parents about how the night has been going. just then i realized i was still cluching the note zack had pushed into my hand before he had left. i opened it , it read:

                            call me when you get a chance away from him

                                          698-8791 - zack

Crap! what was he thinking if i got caught with this that would be the end of end of it; if it wasnt already over. i figured i would need his number to get whatever it was out of him. so i punched his number into my phone and saved it as aaron # 2, to be on the sake side. i tore the paper to bits and pieces and threw them into the waste basket below the payphone. my tears were still flowing when i exited the booth and sat on the stair case leading up to the second floor. i could sit here and wait until people started leaving and maybe catch a ride with someone. i was so emotionally drained and exhausted from the nites events that i started to fall asleep rite there on the steps. when i woke up i had somthing draped over my sholders and was turned inwards into someones body laying in there lap as they stroked my hair. i turned my face a little to look up and see who it was....

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