Romance
The peach I’d given my childhood friend was rotting in the corner of his desk again.Juice had soaked through the little note I’d written, and the sickly sweet smell had everyone nearby complaining.One of my classmates covered his nose.“Mia Ander, is that your trash again? It stinks.”My face burned as I hurried over and picked up the peach.“It’s not trash!“It only went bad because no one bothered to take care of it.”Just then, Julian Waterson walked into the classroom.He paused for a moment.Then, without saying a word, he picked up the strawberry milk the prettiest girl in class had given him, pushed the straw through the lid, and took a sip.The next day, I brought another peach.But this time, I didn’t leave it on the corner of Julian’s desk.His longtime rival leaned across his desk and held out a hand with a grin.“If he doesn’t want it, give it to me.”“No.”“Why not?”I looked down and took a bite from the sweetest part of the peach.“Because from now on, I’m keeping the best for myself.”
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