After sobbing for who knows how long, I finally took a deep breath.

It's going to be ok.

I have David.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I looked up at him, my eyes glistening with wet tears. I saw his eyes were dull, lifeless, like he was just a shell without a soul. Something had happened to him.

"It's fine," he murmured. I frowned.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"It's fine," he repeated as a stray tear slipped out. He wiped his eyes furiously and looked away, grimacing.

"David, I know it's not. You can tell me," I said.

"I found my mate," he replied quietly. I let out a small gasp. He found his mate? Then why is he- oh my gosh.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Kimberly. She- she died- I- b-because of- an- accident," his body wracked with sobs. I felt like I was stabbed. I felt so bad, while I was crying about my mate, who was alive and well, and he was there,  but his mate is dead. I must seem so selfish...

"I'm- so sorry," I swallowed. I reached over and hugged him tightly.

"It's my turn," I whispered. He gave a half smile and returned the hug.

And we sat there for awhile, just comforting each other.


"Wakey wakey!" David sang, prancing around my room. I groaned and rolled over, pulling my blankets over my head.

"Come on, we're gonna be late! Up! Up! Up!" he said loudly, rolling up the window so the sunlight shined in my eyes.

"Noooo..." I mumbled, my words muffled by my pillow.

"YEESSSS! We can't be late for-" David began, but I cut him off.

"I like to be fashionably late for freaking school! Now give me just five more minutes!" I snapped, sitting up drowsily in my bed. He smiled.

"Fine. Five minutes," then he skipped out of my room. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I wonder about that boy. I flopped back down onto my bed and closed my eyes.


"DAVID!" I screamed, jolting out of bed and wiping my soaking face. He smiled cheekily, but when he saw my face, it immediately disappeared and he dashed out of the room, dropping the bucket with a clatter.

"I WILL MURDER YOU!" I skrieked and chased after him.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Jason roared, looking furious. David and I froze and smiled innocently.

"Bloody idiots," Jason muttered under his breath, slamming the front door closed. I grinned at his British comment.

"I'm going to get dressed," I announced, running up the stairs.

Twenty minutes later, David and I were on our way to school, singing our lungs out with the radio. Then Stronger by Kelly Clarkson came on.

"I love this song!" I squealed.

"Think you got the best of me?
Think you had the last laugh?
Bet you think that everything good is gone.

Think you left me broken down.
Think that i'd come running back
Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong.

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