Chapter 9: The hangover

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NICOLES P.O.V.

  Unfortunately Noamee was no help. She was recovering from a hangover and really shouldn't be bothered. We left and headed to Starbucks. Our hope for older advice, was out of the question. When we got into the shop the most annoying girls were there, Mocha Frappes in one hand and a white Iphone in the other. They were wearing short, short, short yoga shorts yet it was cold out. I'd understand if they had came from a sport. But I knew they hadn't. It's 9 a.m. that's enough reason. I notice that there isn't all five of them. Maybe two got hit  by a truck?

  I smile at the thought. My hate for them goes back to the 8th grade. The rest of the girls just learned to hate them from me. They didn't need an explanation. They hadn't said anything. And I scoff when I saw the metal chains around their necks. Not just because they have a chance of ruining their lives, because I know there not gonna fight to not have sex. But because those idiots think those whores are virgins. 

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