A/N If you haven’t been keeping up, this post (and all following posts) are going to make less sense, so I suggest you start at the beginning with Maturity I (side note: be warned of the sub-par writing. Holy crap, that was over two years ago!). Or check out my post directory for this storyline’s posts in order. Happy reading!
Bzzt Bzzt!
“Where did you go??” Gen texted. I don’t know why I ran. I should have waited for Gen. That was the plan.
Bzzt Bzzt!
I shouldn’t be surprised that Dylan shoved her cupcake down my dress. After all, three years ago I threw an egg at Claire’s face. After we became friends, Claire told me that she ran into her room and cried after that incident. Now I know exactly how she felt. It’s humiliating.
I parked myself on a garden bench next to small fountain. Hot tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t bother wiping them away. The sun glared down on me, mixing sweat with melted chocolate and tears with foundation and mascara. I probably look like a trainwreck. Hell, I feel like a trainwreck.
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