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    Fake – (Chapter: seven)


    ASHLEY POV

    I never knew it was possible to be this depressed.

    Over a girl.

    But she wasn’t just any girl.

    She was Spencer Carlin.

    She was THE girl. The one that changed me, for the better. The one who helped me see that it is possible to love one person with everything you are. That it’s possible to be happy without drugs.

    When she thought I cheated with Aiden, she broke up with me. I left town.. This wasn’t the first time Aiden got in-between our relationship, but I’m damn sure this is the last time.

    Because she won’t even talk to me.

    This has happened too many times, Aiden, the breakup, the tears, the ignoring, all of it.

    I tried to talk to her almost everyday for the past month, I even had Kyla, Sara and Chelsea talk to her, because they were the people she trusted most. Kyla KNEW I didn’t cheat with Aiden, because, well, he’s her boyfriend. And both Sara and Chelsea believe me,

    "aw, Ash, don’t worry" Chelsea said while trying to comfort me, "She’ll see that you’re being honest. Hopefully soon."…

    "Maybe not soon enough" I sighed.

    I don’t know what else to do. Tomorrow I was gonna see her at school again. I just came back from my little ‘vacation’ (I was gone for about six months, I needed to get my shit together. I’ve been getting schoolwork sent to me, and now it was time to return and get my life back on track.)

    And she wont talk to me, again. I know she won’t

    I really don’t even want to go.

    Tomorrow’s gonna suck.

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