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tear myself apart - tate mcrae

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tear myself apart - tate mcrae

i'm left alone to tear myself apart
you make it look so easy, turn around and leave me


































TWO WEEKS LATER

i got dressed, made my way down the stairs, and pulled my backpack over my shoulder.
"hey dad. dad?" i called his name, no response. just until i saw a note stuck to the refrigerator door.

'going on a business trip. i'll be back in two weeks.'

"great." i rolled my eyes.

most days my dad doesn't get home till after i go to sleep, which sucks.

i skipped breakfast today. not quite in the mood for strawberry poptarts on a rainy morning.

i walked to school, but on the way i heard a rich british accent call my name. noah.

"blaire! wait up!" he called. i stopped my tracks on the sidewalk and let him catch up.

"hey." i smiled, starting to walk again.

"last night was fun." he said, grasping the straps of his book bag.

"it was." i said, looking at the ground as i walk.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah i'm great." i smiled at him. he smiled back which made me feel just a little better.

we got to school, walked in together, and split up after i got to my locker.

"see ya in class woods." he said in my ear, as i watched him walk into first period.

i got to my first period. i was already here for two weeks, and still everyday finn would call me milky when i walked in.

"oh! check it. it's milky."

shocker.

i walked closer to my desk, seeing noah nudge at finn.
at least he's trying to control finn.

i looked at noah, he was smiling at me. interesting. like his best friend didn't come up with a memorable nickname.

i sat down, trying to ignore finn right in my ear. but god, they are impossible to ignore.

after about a minute, the teacher walked in and everyone who wasn't in their seats, made their ways to them.

we were already ten minutes into class, and neither of the dim wits hadn't done a single thing to me.

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