"He's coming this way." whispered Madison. I slammed my locker shut and glanced where my best friend was staring.
"Let's go." I muttered, grabbing Madison's sleeve.
"But wait," she said hesitantly, "What if he's here to get you back?"
I scoffed. "Get me back? Mad, if he wanted to get me back, he would've probably said something in the past six months. He's perfectly happy with his new cheerleader girlfriend. That's why he dumped me. Besides, why would he pick me over HER? I mean, look at her."
Madison obidiently checked out Lauren, whose talents consisted of leg-kicking, sycronized clapping, lipgloss applying, and boyfriend stealing.
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