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Chapter five
Writers POV
She looked away from his gaze, then closed her locker shut. Feeling so uneasy on the inside, and had no idea why.
He still had so much effect on her, and she couldn't deny it. He was her first love after all. And she still had feelings for him. Because she was fully aware that feelings didn't die.
Of course, Sam had been looking for ways to talk to her, but always got snubbed. She never payed any attention to him. Always acted like he wasn't present when he came around her and her friends, just so he could speak with her.
She enjoyed seeing him look frustrated because of her. She thought it served him right, because he had made her reduced herself more into her shell. She had wanted to creep up in a corner and die on the day he had rejected and body shamed her.
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