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Her Trysts

“Heather, noooooo!” She just rolled her stupid little sarcastic eyes and kept walking.
Did she always have to get like this? Breaking News from Channel 2, Heather: Not all guys are jerks! What a feminazi she can be.
And, all right, sometimes I need her to be like that. Like Ben last year, who stood me up after rescheduling a date four times. And Adam the year before that. And Hunter—I really should’ve guessed he’d be a jerk from the name.
But I’ve never seen her get this… I don’t know, involved. Usually she just listens, bashes the guy, then yells at me. When did “run up to guy and kill him” enter the list?
I latched onto her arm. If she was intent on grabbing an in-school suspension, I was going down with her.
“Katie, what are you doing?”
“Sinking with the ship.”
She ignored me as per usual, and dragged me with her.
But she started going kind of fast, and I sort of started freaking out, and then I really didn’t want to do this anymore. But too late.
“HEY! Ryan!”

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