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"You're an idiot." Darren speaks through the telephone.
"Yes. Thank you for that enlightening information, Darren." My tone drips sarcasm.
After my recent performance at Zedd's house I really needed to vent to someone I trust.
But unfortunately my dad is gone and Meg is the person I need to vent about...among other people of course. So alas, I had to settle for Darren.
"Well..." he sighs, "I can't exactly take sides in this so before I give any advice just know that I am a neutral party here."
I shake my head. "No one is asking you to choose sides here. Just sit there and listen while I rant some more."
"Fine." He groans loudly.
"But seriously what do you think I should do?"
"Are you for real - ugh okay you know what to do you just don't want to do it." He chuckles.
Biting my lip I look at the ceiling. "I mean about Zedd..."
"Oh...well what about him? What were you going there to tell him?" He waits a moment as I sit there silently chewing my bottom lip. "Wait..." he breathes, "no way...you - you like Zedd?"
Again I don't answer.
"What!? Oh my gosh I can't believe what I'm hearing - I mean I can but I never thought you'd actually like him back! Oh my gosh my world is spinning. I'm going to pass out. If I die please tell my mother I love her."
"Darren! Shut up!" I yell through the phone. "And what do you mean 'like him back'...?"
He remains silent. "Uh..."
"Darren." I keep my voice monotone.
"Max."
"Tell me the truth."
"I honestly don't know what you're talking about - oh what's that mom? Okay I'll be right there!"
"Darren don't you dare - "
Beep beep beep.
Coward.
My teeth clench my bottom lip, my fingers tapping against my leg. There's nothing I can do if Darren won't tell me. And it could be nothing.
And I can only deal with one thing at a time.
As I whip out my phone to call Meg I realize something, a shock of stress running up my spine.
"Crap. Oh crap crap crap." I quickly check the time.
7:59pm
I forgot about Cora.
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I grab my shoes again and run out the door. Not bothering to ask my mom to use the car I just hop in, igniting the vehicle and pulling out of the driveway.
I catch sight of Meg looking a pit the window, a glare on her face, as I pull into her driveway.
I offer her a shaky smile but she rolls her eyes and pulls the curtains closed.
ČTEŠ
Five Things
TeenfikceThis story involves many things. Perhaps it's clichè and perhaps it's not. It's the story of Max Keller. The girl who was forced to move and transfer schools when she was fourteen only to be harassed by a boy with lots of freckle and lots of questi...
