Song of the Chapter: Fight Song - Rachel Platten
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"There's nothing to talk about" I quickly replied.
'Of course, there is, or else you wouldn't be avoiding me" he replied, smirking. He's so proud of himself, he thinks he has everything figured out.
"I'm not avoiding you" I told him. Yes, I am. But he didn't need to know that. "You're never around me anyways. You don't talk to me either."
"Yes, you are" he replied quickly.
"No, I'm not" I said, defensively.
"Then, why aren't you downstairs?"
"I'm just, not feeling well" I replied.
"That's a load of shit and you know it!"
"Don't swear! Whatever you want to believe, then believe." I'm not telling him the real reason I wasn't downstairs. I'm not having that conversation with him. Rejection sucks and I sure do not want to be rejected by someone I have been crushing on for years.
"Sassy now, aren't we?" He replied, plastering that smirk on his face.
"You're just cocky and think you know it all, when you don't." I stated.
"Fine, if you think I don't know everything, let's play a game."
"No."
"Why not? Chicken?" He asked, taunting me.
Why would he want to play a game with me anyways? We don't even talk. I'm going to develop whiplash soon, if he keeps trying to talk to me. "I'm not chicken Rob, I just don't want to play a stupid game."
"It's not stupid."
"Fine, what is it?" I challenged.
"21 questions" he replied.
"Which is...what?"
"You take turns asking each other questions Monique, it is common sense."
"And, how do you play?"
"I literally just explained it, but you have to take turns asking questions and you must answer every question."
"See, stupid game."
"What, you have no questions that you're just dying to know about me?"
I have so many questions, I want to know everything. I wasn't going to tell him that either, though. "You have to answer every question?" I asked him, giving in. This could be fun.
"Every. Single. Question" he told me, emphasising each point.
"Fine, you start" I said to him, going to sit on my bed. "You can sit on my bed too" I added.
He moved to sit on my bed. I sat at back of the bed, towards my pillows and he sat at the front of my bed. We were facing each other. "Hmm" he looked like he was thinking about a question to ask. "How did you end up here?"
Easy enough question. "I was neglected as a baby." I told him shrugging my shoulders.
"I'm sorry that happened."
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Finding Our Way
Teen FictionMonique was neglected as a child, resulting in her being placed in a group home. Rob was abused as a kid, also leaving him in the same group home. Monique has had a crush on Rob since middle school. Rob keeps to himself and stays away from the kids...
