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Chapter 30. |Fathers and Feelings|
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2020-09-14 06:04:56Something odd was happening. I sat down by myself at one of the lunch tables my the cheerleader's patio and quietly watched the other members of my squad sit at the long table opposite me, all of them completely ignoring my presence like I didn't exist.
Even Molly sat down, pretty and perky as usual in baby pink, directly beside Amanda. She didn't even look at my side once.
Then there was Darren, my dream guy, Darren sitting on Amanda's other side, a hand casually tossed over her shoulder and warm, brown eyes on her like she was the only thing that mattered.
I wanted to be looked at like that.
Correction, I wanted Darren to look at me like that.
I looked down at my tray, staring down the meatballs with slight distaste. It was a well known fact that the cafeteria meatballs were horrible, I had no memory of even going to get them. With a small hiss, I tried to get off my seat but coul
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