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Twenty Five
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“Go ahead.” Vernon casually urged, oblivious of my nervousness.
“Well..” I inhaled briefly, mustering my courage.
“Why did you do that? Why did you claim the rumors that you..” My words halted when I caught a familiar built outside the convenience store.
My mind went completely blank along with the rise of panic in my chest. From a nearby alley walked Jackson with his friends. I stared intently and I couldn’t be mistaken. My eyes are not lying to me. Growing larger by the second is my boyfriend dressed in all black, with a cigarette perched between his studded lips, and a cocky grin plastered for his mates. They were quickly approaching the store.
“Fuck, it’s Jackson.” I left my seat and dashed into t
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