I want to let go. I want to forget. I want to love him.
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For sixteen-year-old Shelby Hastings, life has always been pretty good. She has always been a good girl, organized, a straight A student in school and never gets in trouble. Sounds a bit bori...
After dropping Shelby off, I drive home. Hoping no one's home yet. The thought of dealing with that now just makes me exhausted.
I park on the side of our house, only to see that Toby's car is parked in the garage. Damn it! Why are they already back? I smash my head on the steering wheel. Well, I might as well get it over with.
I go inside the house, almost running up the stairs when I hear Toby's voice.
"Yo, Landon!" I squeeze my eyes shut. He walks out of the living room. "Where've you been, man?" He asks angrily.
I turn around. "Nowhere," I say without any interest in explaining further.
He studies me for a moment, not buying my lie. "You know, when we first moved in here, we all decided to not get involved with anyone..."
"I'm not!" I yell.
"You better not! 'Cause you know how risky that is!" He yells.
"Yeah, I don't need a reminder."
We look at each other for a moment and then I turn around, continuing walking up the stairs. When I walk into my room, I smash the door shut and fall on my bed. I look up at the ceiling, rubbing my temple with my hands.
"Fuck!" I whisper.
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