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"Hey, Peyton?"

Peyton looked over her shoulder to see Stephen.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I haven't been hanging out with you lately, I was hanging out with Isabelle, I think I might like her," he said, shifting sideways awkwardly.

"Is she the one you liked before?" Peyton asked.

"No. I liked someone else," he said, looking in her eyes, "and I still do. But I know she'll never like me back anyway."

Peyton felt disappointed. She knew it was never her. That wasn't a possibility. She knew she would never be with him. She just had to get over him.

So that's what she did.