That plan you had? To leave her, of course. You hover over Stella, surrounded by people. Her "friends". Her enemies. Those who know her name but haven't dared to utter it. As you speak, calmly breaking up with her, her face heats up. Her eyes contort into their infamous mad glare, crinkling at the corners. You're not even done before she screams Stella: What the hell do you mean we're over? Prom is this weekend! You can't just dump me!" She yells, getting angrier as some chuckle. Deserved.
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