~Clementine's POV~
It was Friday night, my life was falling apart before me.
"Wasn't the best." I speak into the phone.
"That's unbelievable. He's stupid."
"Nicole, I said many things I regret as well."
"Yes, but he's done this so many times."
"Well, that doesn't phase him." I explained while putting my freshly cleaned clothes in the closet.
"How are you and Andrew?" I try to change the topic.
"I know what you're doing."
"What?"
"You're distraught. You miss him."
"I wish I didn't." I huff.
"I've got to go Clem, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye." I reply ending the conversation.
I finish my task and head out the door. Of course conspicuous boy is out there.
"You stalking me now?"
"Why would I stalk something so ugly?"
"Shut up." I scowl at him.
He chuckles and I keep my death defying glare on him.
"Only speaking the truth."
"Don't you have someone else to bother?"
"Why? I already have you, princess of dirt."
"Whatever." I retort.
I wasn't in the mood to make any snarky remarks. I wasn't at peace with myself. I needed a visit.
"Hmm."
"What?"
"I have to go."
"What? Why?"
"Thought you'd be happy I'll be leaving."
"Exactly I am."
"Okay then." I think.
I go into my dorm and grab my purse, keys and phone.
"So where are you going?" He asks again.
"I'm visiting a special place." I smile.
I close the door behind me and leave.
******
When I get to this special place, I feel relaxed, the air was still and quiet. But my mind was still jogging. It was 5 am. I shocked myself noticing I hadn't passed out yet.
This special place was my old house. Where I first met Nicole, Morgan, Ashton...
"I miss them." I whisper.
"Never been here before." I hear a voice from behind me.
"David?" I turn around.
"Yes?"
"You are literally hardcore stalking me right now." I exhale.
"What is this place." He looks around.
"A house, which you were not invited too."
"You're here too sherlock."
"I lived here enormous ego."
He looks at me befuddled.
"Well, used too." I rephrase.
"Oh."
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Bittersweet
Teen Fiction|| COMPLETED || I want to be ready for college, but I'll be leaving everything behind. I don't want to forget my mom, my friends, or the memories made. Then again, I want to move on, run away from the heart break following me. I want to be free, I n...
