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Smith
Smith, you are in second place.
Dwayne’s voice rings through my head.
Second place.
Second place.
You aren’t good enough to win.
I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, especially Sarah’s.
We broke up for literally no reason other than the fact that my fear won out over rationality. Now that it’s been a few hours since I walked like a zombie up to my room, I lay across my bed.
God, I feel stupid. Should I just beg for Sarah to forgive me? Should I even try talking to her?
I said some pretty vicious things. Is there even a pathway back from that peak I pushed her off of?
A knock sounds on my door. I sit up fast, the blood rushing to my head. My heart pounds as I get up.
Is that Sarah knocking? Does she want to make up with me too?
Pulling the door open, I look into the expec
