Pain

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--Amber's POV ---

Time for the most awkward class. Ever since our breakup, this class was so awkward. I found an empty seat and sat down.

"I'm going to need everyone to sit by their partners today, as we will be starting presentations shortly," our professor said.

Should've ditched class!

Everyone started moving and I had no idea what to do. To my suprise he was already sitting next to me.

"I'm only going to talk about the project," he said before anything else.

I nodded in agreement with what he wanted and we both began to talk about it.

"Waqas," I said.

"Ya?" He asked.

"How much do you hate me?" I asked.

"Amber, I told you I'm not going to talk about anything else," he said.

"Please," I said.

"Both zada," he said looking me in the eye.

"Thanks for being honest," I said.

"Someone has to," he said.

I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. This is the worse type of pain.

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