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Chapter 11.2: This Thing Called Tension
AUGUST
Monday came and I didn’t know I was already getting anxious until I woke up a bit early this morning and I got nothing from Rachel. I shouldn’t be worried about not getting a text message from her just because of the fact that we aren’t a thing but I know this was supposed to send me a message of some sort. Not getting a message is still a message after all. It has been Rachel’s daily routine to check on me which is so thoughtful of her, she always sends a good morning text and updates me on whatever the fuck she’s doing. I had never dated anyone before but if I was being keen on her actions, I would’ve concluded that she’s already acting like my girlfriend. She started doing that ever since we started hanging out together and I’m honestly shocked by it. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that she’s way too popular that I forgot she’s still very much a normal human being. She&rs
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