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Paper or plastic..... Neither!
I bit my lip. How was this happening? How could he be in love this plastic doll of a girl, who was constantly followed by trails of paper girls?
"Hey, Kris," Leo greeted me.
I bit my lip harder. I was nowhere close to tears now, only rage filled me.
"Kris?"
"What's so special about her?" I shouted, exploding.
"Who?"
I just threw my hand towards the queen bee and her drones.
"Oh..." Now Leo was biting his lip. "Her."
"Yeah Her," I spat the last word like poison.
"Do you see how girls follow her? How guys look at her?," he asked.
I sat disgusted. I might of sneered, or rolled my eyes or flipped him off. I don't remember. But what broke my heart was when he didn't follow when I left.
Three weeks ago all I wanted was Leo. But I won't be plastic and I won't be paper, so he's gone... And I don't care.
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