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“I’m sorry.” 

“Save it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. You’re a jerk.”

“Look, I lost track of time…”

“Lost track of time? LOST TRACK OF TIME?! I was in front of our place, in the rain for three hours, thinking that you’d show, that you wouldn’t ever stand me up. Then, when I go to your house, thinking that something was wrong, that you got sick or whatever, I find you on your couch, kissing Kiera. KIERA! The one girl I can’t stand, who has hated me since we were 9. How could you do this to me! I thought we were friends.”

“We ARE friends! You’re the one who is so attached to my hip. God forbid I don’t talk to you for one day, you’ll rip my head off. Don’t you have any other friends? Oh, that’s right. You’re too busy being sorry for yourself, thinking that your life is so pitiful that you have to read about someone else’s just to get away for a while. Get over yourself.”

“Wow. I don’t know you anymore. I don’t think I ever did.” Blinking away tears of fury, the 13-year old girl ran as fast as she could, her frizzy hair flying, glasses almost falling off her face. The 13-year old boy, tall and handsome, stood there and watched her go, with a look of regret on his face on his face, yet remained silent. He then shook his hair out of his eyes, turned and walked away. 

The next day, the boy, Derek, and Kiera were walking arm in arm, the picture-perfect couple.  The girl, Lela, stood by, calm and as cool as stone on the outside, but on the inside, she was breaking.