Over the next few weeks, she stopped showing up to school.
She and I would hang out.
Sometimes we went places.
Like bowling.
And laser tag.
Other times we just hung out and watched movies.
I missed the old Lexi.
The one that would joke and push me, just cause she could.
I missed the Lexi that Smiled.
But I loved her all the same.
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Teen Fiction(Book 2: Don't Stop just Go) (You don't have to read them in order. It's all the same story, just from three different peoples views.) Dominick. The story of a bet. Turned love. Turned tragedy
