Chapter 11

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Maybe I should tell him.

Jade thought to herself as she chewed on her pencil.

But he isn't even my boyfriend.

Omg, I totally forgot about Kasper!

Jade eyes widened at the thought of Kasper. Here she was daydreaming about Seth this whole time when she and Kasper were almost a thing.

"Hey honey, you ok?" Jade's mother asked as she entered her room with a basket of clothes. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jade shook her head and summoned her mom over.

Jade didn't have much friends so the only person she could talk to is her mom.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you being bullied again? Omg I knew I should've taken you out of that school."

Jade shook her head.

"Well what is it?" Her mom took a seat on her bed.

Jade gave her mom a sheepish grin and instantly her mother gasped.

"It's about a boy?" Jade nodded and held up two fingers.

"Two boys? Oh my Jade, you seem to have guys all over you, so whats the problem?"

"You like them both?"

Jade nodded, she liked them both but there was something about Seth that pulled her in closer.

"Does one of them happen to be the boy that found you?"

Jade pulled out a scrap paper and wrote.

Yes, his name is Kasper and the other is Seth. I like them both but I like Seth more but I'm afraid because I feel like Seth would be the one to hurt me.

She handed the note to her mom.

"Well the only thing I can say is to just feel them both out first and then worry about the rest later. Don't forget you have therapy tomorrow."

Her mom kissed her on her forehead and headed to the door.

"Always remember baby, love hurts."

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*beep* *beep*

Jade rolled over groaning. Her phone flashed from its spot on the nightstand. Moving towards it she noticed that she had a message coming from Seth and two previous missed calls.

Seth: Hey :)

Jade: Hey

Seth: What's up?

Jade: It's 2:30 in the morning.

Seth: And I want to talk to you.

Jade couldn't help but to blush. A boy, a hot boy, wanted to talk to her, at 2:30 in the morning. Without thinking she typed back.

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