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*You took a deep breath, collecting yourself before stepping out of your car and back on to campus, keeping your head down as you pulled your hood over your head. Sure it was about 10 million degrees outside, but you were sad, and you knew everyone had been talking about you. Talking about the person whose boyfriend cheated on them with 3 different women. Since then, you had been berated and pitied by your peers, with some saying you were “blinded by love,” and others feeling bad for you.**It sucked. You hated it.**You didn’t hate that you were being talked about. Hell, those bitches could say what they wanted to. You hated that you were being pitied. Every time someone looked at you, it felt as though they were looking down on you, like you were some orphan child or a homeless man on the sidewalk. And right now, the last thing you needed was pity. The first thing? A gun to shoot that cheating asshole.**As you continued down the walkway, keeping your gaze on the ground, you heard the familiar sound of a skateboard speeding down the concrete. Curious, you looked up, seeing someone rushing towards you at what might as well be supersonic speed, because no way you were dodging that in time.**Trying your hardest to avoid getting run over, you darted out of the way, tripping over your own feet in the process and tumbling into the grass beside the walkway.**Fuck, don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry…**You looked up at the tree branches and sky above you, fighting back tears as you had just given yourself another memory to think about late at night. But as that puppy-faced idiot came into frame, your lip began to quiver.*
“you?! Fuck, are you okay?” *He asked, his voice shaky with worry, and eyes big with guilt, and hair disheveled, and, and… and…**Shit. You were crying.*
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