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Annabelle had been giving me the cold shoulder all day. The news of our break-up traveled the school. I didn’t know who spread it out, but it definitely wasn’t me. Seriously, why should I tell other people about it? It wasn't like I broke-up with them.

I think that what Annabelle was most angry about was the fact that I dumped her. Not the other way around. Because then, her ego wouldn’t be affected like it was now.

Anyway, without Annabelle being by my side all the time, a lot of girls seemed to think that I was out for sale. Being single and popular gave you that benefit and drawback. Yeah, it was both that.

The advantage: you could pretty much take your pick from all the girls that wanted you. Disadvantage: the nuisance if you weren't interested. Me? Not interested, man. I had my eyes set on one girl.

Speaking of that cynical girl . . .

I knocked on the door, entering my head inside the school paper’s zone. The room was empty except for a stressed-looking girl. I smiled and leaned on the doorway.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, Dwayne,” Dakota answered, without looking up.

My lips twitched just hearing that guy’s name.

“Just one more sec – Aaron!” she exclaimed my name when she saw me. She looked like she just saw a ghost. She clutched her heart in surprise.

I saw a mirror on the corner and went to it. My black hair was tousled from hot shower, my skin was slightly pale, while my cheeks were a little rosy from the hard practice we had in the gym. I was wearing the usual jeans and jersey jacket over a t-shirt. I looked nowhere near a ghost.

“You got your one second,” I declared. Then, I nodded toward the door. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” she asked dubiously.


“Do we live in the same house?”

“Don’t we live in the same street?”

“Dwayne’s already giving me a ride home,” stated Dakota, walking past me. “He always has. And he’s waiting for me in the parking lot.”

“So?” I countered, easily catching up beside her in the hallway.

She rolled her eyes. “Aaron, just because you finally got your own car – Congrats, by the way – doesn’t mean you can change other people’s routine.”

I didn’t speak for a moment as I took in what she said.

“You have a routine with Richardson?” I managed to say without my voice cracking. I nodded. “Some things have changed.”

“Some for the better,” she mumbled.

I raised an eyebrow. “And the rest for the worse?”

She walked faster, obviously trying to outrun me. I laughed, but then I instantly stopped when I saw a medium-sized blood stain at the southern part of her butt. I quickly dropped my bag and removed my jacket. And then, I went after her. When I caught up with her, I covered her back using my jacket.

“Aaron, what the –”

“You’ve got a red spot on your pants,” I whispered in her ear. She blushed scarlet. “Pretty much the same color of your face now,” I told her, my voice with a hint of amusement.

“It is not funny, Aaron,” she said, with a low tone.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, you’re right.”

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