High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...

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53. Chapter Ten, Part Three.

I watched as Ryan pulled away from Brianna, when his eyes landed on me, his expression turned to a shock mixed with apology.

I bit my lip and turned and started running to the sanctuary of my home.

"Ariel! Ariel, babe, wait!" Ryan called to me.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and kept running. I didn't even care if I was going to my house or not, I just had to get away.

A pair of arms wrapped around me and I was lifted off the ground. I kicked and screamed, crying and throwing a hissy fit.

"LET ME GO! RYAN I DONT WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" I bawled.

"Please hear me out!" He said.

I shook my head and kept fighting. Why would I want to know in the first place?

I stopped. It all made sense.

For the past few weeks (in the past month) Ryan was never taking my calls. Rarely, he would respond texts to me if I was lucky.

All this time... Him and Brianna...?

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. He cautiously put me back on the ground and I turned around to face him.

"Are you?" I took a step backwards and then whispered before running a block away and into my house,

"I hate you."

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