NJ 25 (Phenomenal ENDING)

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*cries* I am a bad author. :)))

~Ren's POV~

Third week of summer. And I will be off to London. . .

for College.

I didnt want to leave. But I have to.

Tonight I am off to the airport and I am gone to London with Gab, Lorenze and Angelie.

They say we are lucky to be chosen for that university. But I dont want to leave. I want to live here. And get back with Dan.

"Tell him", Gab sat on the edge of my bed with her arms crossed.

" He wouldn't care, he hates me", I whined and sat on the other side. I layed on my back and had my hands behind my head.

"Call him", she suggested

"He wouldn't answer it", I hissed as I turned to face her.

"Have you tried?", she raised a brow.

"No", I said immediately

"Try", she handed me my phone.

"I ran out of load", I said seriously.

"Fuck it! Talk to him!", she got pissed.

"Chill!", I joked "I dont know how to talk to him...remember something?...

he hates me."

My heart fell. He hates me. He regrets the 'us' that there was. I loved him so bad that I didn't see a break up coming. But he broke up with me, yet...I still love him.

"Just head to his room and talk to him", Gab suggested again.

"I wont", I stood and fixed my shirt.

"Yes you will", she gave me an evil look.

"huh?!", I muttered

She stood up and started to tickle me.

"Stop!", I laughed.

So painful! So ticklish! My stomach hurts because of the laughter.

"Okey, okey! I will talk to Dan!",

"Good, now go talk to him. NOW,"

"Nah. Maybe later", I half shut my eyes and gave her an I-dont-want-to-talk look.

She slapped me hard. "NOW!"

"Okey okey. Gosh. Harsh much?"

"Go before I slap you again."

I ran to my door and got out.

When I stepped at the hall way of the dorm building, I leaned on the wall in relief.

I walked to Dan's room. How will I do this?!

I stood in front for his door. And stared at it. What to do???

I knocked. And the door squeeked immediately.

"Why are you here?!", the door widened its opening and showed his entire shirtless body.

"I am here to talk to you", I look at him, straight into his eyes.

"Talk", he ordered.

"So? I am not welcome in anymore?", I looked down to the floor.

"Oh, get in", he took a step aside and gestured his bands for me to enter.

I walked in and his room was messy. There were broken glass pieces on the kitchen and the couch was messed up.

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