“I’m sorry,” he said, in a voice that betrayed that he
was FAR from being sorry.
Taren was in shock. He’s
SORRY? That’s IT? What on earth
happened to the past two months? Was
she really stupid to believe everything he said? “Why?” she demanded.
“Tell me why.”
“Why what?” Greg responded almost, lazily.
“Why did you even ask me out?” Taren spit out.
She was good and pissed off right about now.
Two months of almost perfection and all of a sudden, Greg didn’t feel
like going out with her anymore.
“Oh that,” Greg shrugged nonchalantly.
“Because you are the hottest girl in school.” He paused for a moment.
“And because the guys said that I couldn’t,” he added as an after
thought.
Taren was seething. “You’re
a jerk, Greg. What did I ever see
in you?”
Greg shrugged again. “Beats
me.”
Taren shook her head. “Get
out of my house.”
Greg got up to leave, waving goodbye.
“Later,” he said, as if nothing was wrong, and nothing out of the
ordinary was just said.
Taren slammed her fist against her desk hard in frustration,
and ran her hand angrily through her thick curls. “I should have known better,” she scolded herself out
loud. “What was I thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking,” she said, answering her own
question. “That was the problem.
I was just blinded by… by… by…” She stopped.
“Oh, I don’t even know! He
wasn’t even that cute, and he’s too arrogant.
WHAT did I see in him?”
“Grr...” she muttered to herself, flopping down on her bed. “I’m not even sad we just broke up. I’m just pissed off, because the whole thing is so stupid. So high school.” She flipped over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “Man, I hate boys!”
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