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    Runt of the Litter – (Chapter: 6. I Hurt, Therefore I love)

    6. I Hurt, Therefore I Love

    My pillows go flying off of my bed. Furiously, I destroy my bed coverings. Sheets float through the air or sag on the mattress which is half on the floor while my comforter huddles in a corner. By the time Talise enters the attic, it looks like a rhinoceros trampled my bed.

    Pretending not to notice the chaos, Talise drops onto her bed. "I’m assuming you’re day went the exact opposite of Aiden’s."

    "Aiden’s a jerk."

    "He’s looking rather pleased with himself. What did he do now?"

    "He asked Spencer out on a date," I explode. Talise looks at me strangely.

    "Well, that’s probably why he’s doing a victory dance in the living room."

    "What gives him the right to do that? Seriously, why would he think Spencer would even accept?"

    "Judging by his smug grin, I’ll presume that Spencer did—," Talise stops and frowns. "Wait, how did Aiden find her anyways? And why do you know about this? I was pretty sure she disappeared off the face of the Earth after the other night."

    "Apparently, Spencer’s mother moved her to King High, and Aiden saw her when he was picking me up," I expound. Offended by the meekness to my comforter, I stalk over to it.

    "Ah, that would explain it." Silently, I fume some more, and throw my comforter back on the bed. Why the hell does Aiden have to ask her out. Can’t he just leave her alone? Would it be impossible for him not hit on every girl he sees? I kick my pillow to the other side of the room. "Maybe you should sign up for soccer," Talise remarks sardonically when the pillow lands on top of her.

    "Sorry."

    Reverting back to our original conversation, she continues, "Isn’t it a good thing that Spencer’s going to King High though? I thought you liked her."

    "I do, but I really hate Aiden." Full of pent up aggression, I flop onto the mattress. Nothing I pummel is hard enough to produce a satisfying thwack.

    "Aiden doesn’t go to King," she points out.

    "Yeah, but now he wants to date her."

    "What’s the big deal?" she asks, suddenly almost accusatory. "Why are you so upset? It’s not like Aiden hasn’t dated anyone before."

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