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Who Cares?

I’m not jealous! How could she think that!? I’M NOT !

As I storm into my biology class and to the back of the room where my desk was.

“Your late,” Seth whispered to me, “and you look horrible, what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say back flatly, I could even hear the anger in my voice.

After that I really avoided Macy, like, every where. I acted like she wasn’t even there. Then, after school at practice I went up to Warren and said,

“Hey, good luck at the prom. You deserve Macy, and I can tell she really likes you.” I don’t care if she hates him, I really just didn’t want to see her and if she’s hanging with Warren 24/7 I won’t have to.

When I got home I threw my tux in the trash. “I’ll go in jeans and t-shirt, I don’t have anyone to impress,” I mutter to myself.
And that’s what I planed to do.

Macy really didn’t know anything about me. I thought she did. I hoped she did. But now, what’s the point of taking prom seriously?

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