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Max didn't look up at her, not noticing her at all. |
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Kylie and her friends walked around campus, all talking, gossiping and giggling. That night, the girls all got dressed and went out to a frat party a few blocks down. |
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Max had been cramming for a test the following morning, getting a text from Kayla that explained she'd gotten back with her ex--leaving him to his thoughts. |
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Kylie had already studied for her tests while she had been with her mother. She was prepared. So that weekend, Kylie and Jenna, Ali had a final, packed up and went down to the local beach about 15 minutes away. |
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Max kept cramming, wondering what he was doing with life. |
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Kylie laid sprawled out in the summer sun in her light green bikini. A few hours later, they came back. |
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He had brought a flask, taking a long sip. |
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Kylie went on with life, going to classes, going to parties, having fun, dancing with her friends and occasionally the random boy, but nothing came from it. (Any ideas on how they get back together?) |
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(Maybe she notices new marks on his wrists / misses him??) Max took out his pocketknife, staring at it. Two simple moves and he could end his suffering, make sure he never messed up again... |
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(That could work, but he would definitely have to apologize.) Kylie went to bed, curled up under her blankets happily. The next morning, while cleaning up her things, she found one of his sweatshirts he had given to her. She buried her nose in it. It still smelled like him. She sighed, tears welling her eyes. She missed him... but she couldn't just forgive what he'd done... Kylie sighed, getting ready for the day. On her way to class, she stopped at Max's house, leaving the sweatshirt on his front step and drove away to class. |
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