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Chapter Forty-One
"I thought you had plans tonight?"
Me too, I think sourly as I stomp past mum.
"Plans changed." The bitterness is embedded in my voice as I reach for the juice and drink straight from the carton.
"You do realise we all drink that?" Mum asks me, quirking her eyebrow.
"Yes," I reply sharply, before marching out of the kitchen, feeling like a moody brat.
While I mount the stairs, I ring Miles again, only for it to go straight to his voicemail.
I'm beginning to feel sick.
I don't know what I want more - to scream, to cry, or to have a drink. Possibly all three.
A part of me wants to rush over to the party, to see if he's there. To see if history is really repeating itself, while the other half of me has given up. I want to sit in the corner of my room and rock back and forth.
Deciding to go with neither, I collapse onto the mattress and stare at the ceiling, feeling exh
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