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Cassie Gallagher was born to an alcoholic father and a dead beat mother. Being raised by her older sister was tough, but what was even worse was living under the same roof as her other six siblings. Family troubles, drugs, and sharin...
I threw my bag over my shoulder before practically running out of the school. Who gives two fucks if he wasn't talking to me, if he was marrying someone, I needed to hear it from him.
I checked under the L and came up empty so I decided to check the place I should've gone first.
I walked the grounds of the abandoned building, as I followed the sound of loud tapping. I ducked under the archway where I found him sitting up against a wall, bottle of whiskey in hand.
"You're really getting fucking married?" I snapped, leaning up against the beam. Once again he just stayed silent which I took as a yes. "So who is it? Angie Zhago's or some other piece of trash you screwed so you can pretend I don't matter to you?"
I walked over to one of the window's, picking up a beer bottle someone left behind.
"What the fuck, Gallagher?!" He yelled as I smashed it against the floor next to him.
"Oh, the prince speaks" I muttered angrily.
He just rolled his eyes before trying to walk back out the door. And when I said I hated being ignored, I really fucking meant it.
