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had agreed, but I paid no heed. We had to hurry, I wanted to get this to her as fast as possible.
”So…do you want the silver one or the black one?” Jake asked, as he pointed at two sets of camcorders. I sat on the dirty Walmart floor, feeling fed up and high. I shrugged.

“Does it matter? Whichever one records,” I said, feeling lazy in my bum.

He looked at me strangely, “Um, they both do?” He said it like a question.

“Thanks Captain Obvious. Now just grab one and let’s go,” I said as I got up from the floor and dusted myself off.

“Ookay…fine I’ll go with silver,” He added grabbing the box underneath the model.

“Yay,” I said sarcastically, “The great Jake Sanders has made a decision.”

He paid, and we got the hell out of that stuffy little shop. Driving home, I made sure to stare out the window in silence. I hadn’t forgotten…you know, what had happened. But, he was being strangely dear and helpful…

I tugged my hair, a habit I did when I was confused. Which I was…above having to think about mother and father, Cole was being a sweetie and now so was Jake. But I hated Jake. Jake was a bastard. A sick perverted one. So why was he being so nice? It made me dizzy thinking about it. I leaned back on the seat as he tapped his finger impatiently on the steering wheel.

For some strange reason, maybe just being overly tired and loopy but his small hand gesture was cute to me. I watched him tap his finger and it was…I shook my head. Get your head out of the gutter Tori! This was Jake Sanders…ugh! Did it matter anymore?

I felt my lids drooping as the rays of sunlight hit my face. The soft humming of the car engine slowly put me to sleep.
DISCONTINUED STORY & APOLOGY

As you may have noticed, my past viewers, I have cleaned up and changed the formatting of this story. However, it pains me to say that this is it. I have no motivation whatsoever to continue this story. This may be an apology straight from my heart: I am going to discontinue this story. I’m terribly sorry—you don’t know how much; it really does pain me to end the story here, but the plot was going downhill. After not writing the plot for so long, I’ve looked back and reread some of the parts and they honestly make me cringe. I cannot bear to continue, since the writing is lacking the needed parts to sustain the rising action. Truly, from within my heart, I am sorry. I hope I can earn your forgiveness in time.

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