Page 121 of One Week Hating You

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What?!

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I saw it on your Facebook wall.

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What?!

I stare at my phone for the longest time. No reply. Finally…

What?! I didn’t post that photo. I had no idea that photo even existed.

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She tagged you. She’s the one who posted it,I explain.

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I hate Facebook.

I can’t help but laugh, but I’m still angry.

Well, anyway, you two looked real chummy.

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She’s the one who just came and sat on me, half-drunk, talking about the good old days, the time she accidently hooked me with a walleye jig. I pushed her off a few seconds later, and her and her friend wobbled off, giggling like school girls. Trust me, I didn’t want to fuck her. I wanted to call her mother.

I’m speechless. I stare down at my phone.

You just jump in the sack with anyone, don’t you?

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What?

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I’m sure you enjoyed that blonde you left with, that night at the bar.

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Julie? She’s my ex. She had a little too much to drink, and I offered to drive her home. Actually, I didn’t offer, I insisted,he writes.You’re super cute when you’re jealous.

Iamjealous. What if I were with Blake? Would it always be like this? Jealousy is no fun – it’s awful. Yet another reason we could never be a couple. He’s too hot, and I’m too damn insecure.

I got an offer for a job in Chicago, I write.Sorry, not a job… an interview.

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Oh

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Cool, eh?

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