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You Forgot Me
Jennie and I were an item for a little less than two months. I knew that we probably wouldn’t last. I mean, come on, she was Jennie Matthews, who every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be. The new girl but already the queen of the school, with her looks and her uncanny way of knowing everyone’s secrets before they knew them themselves. And I was Nathaniel Twining, straight-A student, nearly fifteen and the guy that everybody wanted to partner in classes just because I got the grades. I couldn’t believe it when she came breezing up to me that grim Tuesday. Her smoky blue eyes locked on mine and she smiled, devastatingly sweetly. “Nathaniel!” she called across the…