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Me:

Are you okay?

Me:

For the love of God, Hayden, just answer me.

Me:

I miss you.

Nothing. No cocky comments. No Firefly.

And it’s driving me fucking insane.

By lunch, my anxiety sits so heavy in my chest I can barely breathe. I wish Bianca was here with me. She graduated last year, so I’m stuck in this place with no one, but I take out my phone and text her anyway.

Me:

He still won’t answer me.

Bestie:

Ah… dickmatized distress.

Me:

What the fuck. That is not a real thing.

Bestie:

Neither is your self respect around that man.

Me:

Shut up.

Bestie:

Never.

Me:

How's Stone?

Bestie:

Nope, not doing this through text. Receipts last forever.

Me:

Later then. I have burning questions.

Bestie:

Let it burn, baby. I’ll scoop you from school.

Me:

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