I stopped talking, realizing that I have indeed fell for my childhood best friend once. The guy beside me looked at me, as if thinking about what I just said and thinking about something to say about it. I was about to open my mouth again when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and answered the call.
"Mom?"
"Honey, are you waiting there now?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Oh well, I'm sorry I could not pick you up tonight."
"It's fine. I could just call the driver to."
"No need. I messaged Ethan to pick you up."
"Ethan? He's back?"
"Yes, Claire. Ethan is back."
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Seven Days a Week
Teen FictionThis is a story about a girl who struggled to find her own place in this world, no matter how long it took and the journey she trekked... Even if it meant meeting seven people. - - - P.S. Roughly based in bits of real life experiences.
