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"I THINK YOU'RE gonna fall in love with Dallas Winston." Maya smiled dreamily, like she was the one falling in love with him.
I laughed, but it was a fake one. "Honestly, Maya. You're such a dreamer."
She sat up, scoffing. "Why do you have to be such a pessimist?"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist. Two different things."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Naomi."
"So, who does the infamous Maya Myers have a crush on?" I questioned, hoping to get the attention off of me. I couldn't honestly care any less who she or anyone has a crush on, but the attention that was on Dally and me is the kind of attention I don't want.
She hesitated, but took a deep breath. "Promise me you won't go nuts."
I chuckled. "You know I don't make any promises."
She sighed. "Randy."
My eyes went huge. "WHAT?!"
"Naomi, I can't help it! You can't stop your own feelings as much as you want to! And I'm sure as hell not going to bury my feelings like you do." She snapped.
I shook my head. "Like whoever you want, Maya, but don't come running to me when he hurts you because you hang out with a Greaser like me."
I heard her mumble behind me. "You'd save me whether you're pissed off or not. That's the kind of person you are."
I chuckled and hopped out of her window, sliding down the pole like I usually do. I could easily walk out the front door, but I prefer jumping out of windows. It was midnight once again and deep down I was hoping I'd find Dally.
