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We grew up together. We took their first steps together. We're the best of best friends. Mike and I were always close. But we were and still are JUST. FRIENDS. The only thing is... Why does it hurt so much to see him with other girls? Why do my eyes start to tear up every time I see another girl pushed up against a locker with him? Why the heck do I feel like this?! I've put it down to just me being a hormonal teenager, because it's impossible for it to be anything else. Right?! ********************************************************************************** WARNING*WARNING*WARNING this story is chessy and cliché AF so please, if you hate clichés, walk away now. I don't need any hate in the comments because this story is completely original. also, THIS STORY IS MINE. MINE, MINE, MINE and I ask that it's kept this way. I love writing and people who steal other's work annoy the shit out of me, because it's really pathetic that someone would do that. Thanks! and I hope you'll enjoy my book. ~malecwessa_bae_xoxo
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