Annoying, annoying, annoying. That's all the stupid couples tweets were to me. They were nothing but an act. Anyone who went to school at Cedarwood would know that they have arguments at least once a week. 

After having an awkward dinner with my mom and brother, I was glad to be excused from the table.

"I mean, it's not like I didn't give him time to talk," I added as I flopped onto my bed. I was on the phone with Callie explaining how Noah and I's conversation had gone. 

"I know you did. But, you tend to walk away from an argument without even reaching a civil point or listening to everything the other person had said." There was shuffling in the background as Callie spoke with a soft voice.

Rolling my eyes, I grip the phone tighter.

"I do not," I fired back.

"Yes, you do Lona. You're stubborn."

"Cal, you would feel the same way if you were in my position."

"I mean, probably, but I know for a fact that I'd at least let him explain thoroughly."

"I did let him explain. And you know what he said?"

"What?"

"His exact words were, "this drama with Joyce just makes me feel even more guilty for ever treating you like dirt when you deserve to be treated like a queen by someone that truly loves you." Those were the explicit words that came out of his mouth, Callie."

"So...he apologized."  

"You deserve to be treated like a queen by someone that truly loves you! He basically admitted that he didn't love me..."

We were both silent for what felt like hours but in reality was only about ten seconds.

"Okay, you don't know if that's what he meant. You know that boy has trouble explaining himself."

"Well, what was I supposed to think? I sat that for a few seconds sorting through his words. He had time to catch his mistake and correct himself, but he didn't."

"You're thinking too hard about it Malona. I think you need to allow him to speak and explain himself with no interruptions."

"I'm not, I'm just pointing out the facts here. And it almost sounds like you're on his side."

"No, I just-you are one stubborn girl," she muttered through the phone. 

I chuckled before glancing at my alarm clock on my bedside table. 

"So I've been told. Hey, I'm gonna head to bed. I'll pick you up tomorrow at the usual time."

"Okay, love you girly."

"Yeah, love you too, bye."

And with that, I ended the call. 

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     After getting ready for the night, I toss myself under the covers of my bed. Thinking back to Callie and I's conversation, I knew she had some pretty good points here and there. But she was right. I was really stubborn.

I had made an oath two years ago to hate him for as long as possible. Of course, stupid memories had to come back and lower the chances of forgetting him forever. But I know one thing is for sure.

I hate Noah Slater. I use to love him. Two years ago.

So why does everything have to be so complicated now? Surely all of the love I had for him is beyond nonexistent. There's no way I would allow myself to love someone who threw me in the dirt like I was nothing...

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