Being popular and every boy's crush can seem to be very tough but suffering of something else is challenging and can make your entire reputation go up in reek.
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"Is this still just a game for you?" I said tear...
He was fire I was ice His touch was warmth Mine wasn't as nice
He was the sun I was the moon He'd give them light And that light, I'd removed
He was air I was water He'd help them breathe While I'd pull them under
He was an angel I was a demon And when we were together We'd both weaken "Opposites" — (c.m)
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Martina's pov
"Did you get enough sleep, sweetie?" Jorge's mother came up to me, a bit worried as I managed to smile at her, which turned out to look too forced to be real.
"I noticed how you were up almost the whole night. I just hope you caught some sleep before school, or you could always stay home again." She shot me a sympathetic smile. "What do you say Jorge, wouldn't it be nice if you stayed home with Martina again?" She shot me a wink before turning around to face him.
Jorge was quick to choke on his drink as he coughed even more as his mother couldn't help but chuckle. "No It's fine." I said awkwardly, hoping his mother would buy that.
"I was just kidding sweetheart. But you two seem more distant these days, is there anything going on that I should know?"
"No there isn't." Jorge answered quickly and took his coat on before he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and hugged Maya as he made his way out.
"Is he-" But I cut his mother off.
"No everything's fine, don't worry about that. Goodbye." I lied and made my way outside after I had waved them goodbye.
The only difference was that Jorge's car wasn't parked outside the house anymore and that he was nowhere to be seen. Not the least surprised, I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in and walked towards the bus station like I had done the previous days.
While waiting for the bus to arrive, I couldn't help but turn around and stare on the road several times expecting to see someone I knew I wouldn't. And as much as it affected me, I knew that it had been my fault all along. I made this, I made us like this.
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School was messier than usual. People skating on the hallways, students losing their papers and books all over the place and as usual, thousands of people gossiping about the latest news being none other than me and Jorge.
