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Hailey"Hailey!"I could faintly hear my mother calling from downstairs. The slim rays that managed to find their way through the blinds of my window tickled my nose with its warmth and light. Making me scrunch it and turned to my other side. My eyes still closed and heavy. This is like the third time she'd called for me to wake up, but it was Saturday. Today was my free day. Nothing was pushing me to stand from this comfy mattress other than her high pitched voice turning impatient with time.The whole night I'd been tossing and turning. Well, actually, not only tonight. For some ridiculous reason, catching sleep had been an impossible mission lately. Too many thoughts overpowered my mind and what I thought would be a simple decision turned into a curse. It had been two days since the... fight? I don't know how to call it exactly. Nate had been giving me the space I asked for and I was glad he did, but at the same time I got this constant scratching at the back of my head that tol

"What for?""I don't know... Girl hang out?" but that only seemed to confuse her all the more."And what's my doing there?""Well, you're a girl... and we hang out..." she frowned further, as if I was speaking about drinking each other's blood instead of inviting her over. What am I even doing? She doesn't even like me, and I just ended things with one of her best friends. A bit awkwardly I brushed my nape. "Um, if you want to, I mean.""I never had a girl hang out before." she surprised me admitting with a shrug, her pose not as defensive anymore. "What do you do?""I don't know... hang out? Wander around, gossip, shopping.""So we are that cliché, uh?" she smirked and I laughed along, relief washing over realizing I hadn't crossed any line."I guess we are. We're also meeting with my brother and his friends in a while to have lunch."Her eyes widened. "Oh, I-I've already eaten.""Then you can just accompany us." I smiled and after a second she nodded, returning a small grin. "Cool!"

They were together again. The rumors weren't wrong. Her insistence in wanting him here, him agreeing so easily... Now turned out that as I was gathering enough courage to come here he was messing with her? Coming here had definitely been an awful idea. I put the untouched cup on the floor, by my feet and stood. "I'm out-" "No." Kimberly stopped me by the arm, halting my get away and followed my gaze where the rest of her friends were. Were he must be as well. But gave me a smirk and pulled me to the dance floor instead. "Come dance. She's absolutely bluffing.""How can you know?" I choked out, more crestfallen than I should. I knew this was what I would be facing if I came. This was her party after all. And she was Trish Palmer. "Because she's a sore bitch." when we reached the perfect spot for her, Kimberly turned around and start dancing. "Come on." she grabbed my hands and made them fly with hers. "We're here to have fun, Gracie. Remember?"She was using the nickname on purpos

"I- My..." he gripped the wheel tight, as if grounding himself as he struggled with words for some minutes before lowly whispering: "My mother and Harold don't have the best relationship, okay?" I was taken aback, but his abrupt respond. And he looked away this time, looking anything but smug, vulnerable even. "A lot of things that shouldn't be okay keep happening and I... I don't want to feel tied to someone. Blinded. I need to still be me."My heart shuddered, absorbing that new information. "I don't want to tie you to me or something. But you never give me anything. I'm just your booty call, and your tutor."He shook his head, vehemently. "It's not that.""I don't know... It sure feels like it. And whenever you point out how little this means I feel empty... and I know we agreed to it, but I don't want it anymore. I just don't want to be just someone either.""You're not just someone. We're friends.""Oh, really?" I scoffed. "Like Seth? Like Kimberly?""It's different.""How?""Yo

Her eyes widened, embarrassed and I felt that guilt clenching my guts once ore at the hurt and blush overing ehr expression now. "Oh." She looks so lost I felt the urge to apologize but a voice in the back of my head reminded me of Harold and I fisted my hands in burning rage. This girl standing innocently before me just sell me for nothing. She should be the one apologiing, no playing it innocent and making my stoamch flipped. Maybe that, added to my still half buzzed mind, was the reason next words spill out my mouth withought any filter, like venom. "I mean come on, look at you. You're boring as hell, too good to even dare to think of something rather fun. You're plain, and childish. And in case you didn't notice, we've met for like a decade and you have to get me drunk in order to endure you following me around like a brainless puppy." Everything hurt, everything felt like it was aching in agony and I felt like a pressure cooker. That releasse was all I needed to explote and at