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Eleven
Stephen tells me he's missed me.
The lies just keep coming.
I snort in response.
I'd go home, but he'd follow me.
He asks me why I hate him.
A very surprising question.
I stop and look over at him.
Of course, he doesn't know.
I run my free hand through my dark, loose curls and continue walking.
I don't want to talk about it.
He asks me what my problem is.
My problem?
I stop and turn to face him.
If looks could kill he's be dying over and over again.
I snap at him.
It was only a matter of time.
I tell him how I clearly remember him calling me a whore and saying that he never hangs around girls like me.
I'm not a whore.
Everyone just judged too quickly.
The lies just keep coming.
I snort in response.
I'd go home, but he'd follow me.
He asks me why I hate him.
A very surprising question.
I stop and look over at him.
Of course, he doesn't know.
I run my free hand through my dark, loose curls and continue walking.
I don't want to talk about it.
He asks me what my problem is.
My problem?
I stop and turn to face him.
If looks could kill he's be dying over and over again.
I snap at him.
It was only a matter of time.
I tell him how I clearly remember him calling me a whore and saying that he never hangs around girls like me.
I'm not a whore.
Everyone just judged too quickly.
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