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I narrowed my eyes at the stranger.

You did a bad thing and I hope you feel bad.

As if he could sense my gaze, his dark eyes darted to mine.

The fuck you staring at?

My stomach dropped as if I’d crested a roller coaster, but it wasn’t the fight or flight venom in my veins I struggled with every day.

No; it was pure defiance flowing through me.

I don’t like you and I’m not giving your pen back,I thought with a huff.Guess you just lost it, you irresponsible toad.

Then I turned away with my back straight and nose in the air, leaving the rude man and my impending anxiety attack in my shadow.

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Well, fuck you too then, bitch,I thought menacingly as I barreled through the pharmacy doors.

I didn’t have time for preppy little suburbanites and their judgmental looks—I was in a goddamn hurry.

I only had so much time before Summer had another meltdown, and once again, I was caught in the middle of it. All other thoughts went quiet except one:

Get Summer’s medicine.

I couldn’t leave her alone for long; not when she was like this.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure if this type of medicine would help things like her. I didn’t know shit about how any of this weird ink stuff worked, but I had to try.

My phone buzzed against my thigh as I tore through the aisles and blazed a path to the pharmacy window.

I knew it was her.

She just needed to wait a little longer…

My pocket vibrated again.

Then again.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

An old woman in the waiting area shot me a scandalized look.

“S-sorry,” I said, running a hand through my long hair.

I took a deep breath as I waited in line. Everything would be fine—I’d get Summer her medicine, she’d calm the hell down, I’d make her some food or something, then she’d go to sleep. But it was up to me to get this for her—to be her savior because she couldn’t go out in public.

Why the hell had I written about my ex-girlfriend in the fuckingloudest violet ink?!

The flickering florescent light above grated on my nerves. Hell, everything grated on my nerves when I had a mission to accomplish.

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…”Mom’s voice echoed in my memory, soothing my anger. I clung onto that like a life preserver in times like this, pulling me out of my frustration.

One by one, the people in line in front of me took their fucking time getting their prescriptions filled, then it was finally my turn.

I plucked the blue rectangle from my pocket and slammed it on the counter. “Here.”

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