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Nate continued to ignore her. He was obviously still very, very upset. He wasn't so much frustrated as he was just sad and disappointed. |
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Dakota sighed and set her phone down before falling asleep. She woke the next morning and didn't bother checking her phone, knowing he probably didn't respond at all to her. She frowned as she fed Secret and went to town. She grabbbed some groceries before heading home and putting them away |
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Nate didn't sleep that night. He lazed in bed the next day, either mindlessly watching TV or just laying around sulking. |
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"Okay, this is ridiculous." Dakota muttered, dialing Nate and walking to her room |
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Nate groaned and picked up his phone. He checked the caller ID and groaned again. Nate hesitated but then answered it. "Hello?" he mumbled. |
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"Can we please talk through this?" |
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"I want to know what I did wrong. I just didn't want it to go too far and you regret it, honestly. I'm sorry for not following through, but I can't read your mind." |
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"You see me like everyone else does. I'm the just fuck boy who everyone hooks up with. That's all I am to everyone," he grumbled. "I thought you were gonna be different, someone who actually saw me as something more than just the fuck boy, but I guess I was wrong," |
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"But you're not wrong. I don't see you as the 'fuck boy'! I didn't want to just hook up with you, I wanted to spend years with you." |
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