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August 7, 5:55 pm.

Today was the first day of my junior year. It's kind of funny when I remembered that one year ago, we were ready to face out first day of sophomore. And who would ever think that we were ever best friends?

This was it. I was ready to make today different. I would smile, and I would make my best to make people think it was a real one. So I put on a black tencel T-shirt, a cashmare cardigan, a pair of black skinny jeans and some ankle boots. My face was a little bit blank, so I put on some B.B cream and some eyeliner. I was done.

It was around 7:45 when Cameron came to pick me up. Exactly like old times, except this time, it was Cameron. He looked gorgeous wearing a V-neck short-sleeve while T-shirt, some rock viper jeans and a pair of Converse sneakers. His hair was messy, giving him a disheveled look.

I entered the car and he kept staring at me.

"Gosh, do I really look that bad?" I asked him, letting out a sigh.

"If bad means amazing, that hell yeah, you're the baddest you've ever been in your life." He chuckled. I scoffed at him and swat him in the forehead playfully.

We drove to school and he gave me a kiss on the forehead to remind me that everything was going to be okay. I remembered that it was on my first day of sophomore when I met Laurel. I haven't seen her in three months or something like that. I'm hoping she won't be in any one of my classes.

My first class was okay, we didn't do much, except for presenting ourselves for the rest of the class. Second class was basically the same. Third class was English.

Laurel was there. You weren't. The moment I walked in the classroom, she stared at me head to toe. She was very pretty, I have to admit. The truth is that I don't have anything against her anymore. You chose her, and that's something I'll have to accept. I remembered how I wished I looked like her last semester. I wished I was pretty like her.

It took me a little time to realize that I was pretty like me, and that was okay.

Her eyes met mine and for a moment, she held her breath. She threw me a glare that I simply shrugged off with a serious look. I walked to a seat that was located in the middle of the class and sat down. She made sure to sit beside me. I don't know why.

It didn't bother me like before. I had nothing against her, but that didn't mean that we'd turn out to be best friends forever.

"Stephanie," she forced the fakest smile.

"Hi," I told her with a straight face.

"Have you seen Ty around?" She asked, looking at her freshly made nails.

"No, I haven't," I answered, pursing my lips together in a straight line.

"Okay, so if you do see him, tell him to talk to me. Tomorrow's gonna be our anniversary." She said in a sickening sweet way.

"I'll be sure to tell him that," I murmured. I felt that small jab inside me, but I let it go.

Perhaps that's what I'll have to do every day in order to look at you and feel nothing at all. I'll have to die a little everyday.

And if doing that means forgetting you, then, oh my darling, it is totally worth it.

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