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sam went over to deena and tapped on deena's shoulder. "hey, deens."
deena didn't answer and continued puting her stuff away in her locker.
"uhh hello?"
"oh. hey, sam. how is your day so far? mine is
fan-fucking-tastic. i've been finishing a lot of my school work. how about you? have you been planning on ruining my life?" deena said with a sarcastic smile.
sam's smile faded away once she said that. "deena i-"
"don't talk to me." deena said with a glare before walking away.
sam leaned against the locker, watching deena walk away from her.
"shit." sam muttered.
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"deena, i know you're in there!" sam yelled, loudly knocking on deena's door.
sam started getting tired and was about to give up until deena finally opened the door.
sam smiled lightly once she saw her.
"sam.. what are you doing here?"
"i came to apologize." sam said. "i'm sorry.. i don't know what came to me."
"look, if you need help with your damn work it's fine. but hurting me like that is just.. really fucked up." deena said in a stern voice.
"i swear i'm not like this. i told you.. i do stupid things." sam said. "is it true?"
deena frowned, finally looking up at the blonde girl. "what?"
"that you're sick?"
"umm.."
deena faked her smile at the blonde girl.
"nope! it's just a rumour."
sam nodded at her statement.
"so.. are we good?"
deena nodded her head constantly. "totally!"
"okay great! so-"
"not." deena cut sam off before slamming her door shut.
sam flinched as the door was shut in front of her and sighed softly, walking away from deena's home.
"son of a bitch."
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