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True success is overcoming the fear of being unsuccessful.

~Paul Sweeney

Anthony

"Where were you?" Charlotte huffed angrily walking up to me.

"Last I checked, I told you not to wait up." I responded and went into the bathroom taking a nice cold shower.

When I got out, I went into my closet and put on my pyjamas bottoms before going back into the room that was lit by the moonlight emanating from the open curtains.

"Who is she?" Charlotte sighed.

"I beg your pardon?" I turned to face her.

"Her, who is she, what's her name?" She got up from the edge of the bed were she was seated and stood in front of me.

"What are you talking about?" I huffed not really in the mood to bicker.

"The woman you've been seeing."

"Are you high or something." I felt her forehead but her temperature was normal. "Have you been smoking?"

"Of course not!" She snapped.

"You are bipolar." I rolled my eyes.

"Is she prettier than me?" Her frown deepened.

I opened my mouth to respond but before anything could be said,