THREE

When Cameron woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring “Highway to Hell,” he always found it ironic how relatable that song really was to his life. He always felt like he was on the highway to hell, and no one would be able to redeem him. Brushing his hair out of his face, he groaned and dragged himself out of bed. Hey, how is everything going? He shot to Justin. Carly and Justin never left his mind.

Hey, you up? He saw he had a text—not from Justin, but from Madison. Hmm, he thought to himself. That’s weird. He typed back; I am now. Sorry. I had a late night last night. She responded Yeah me too. Are you able to talk on the phone before school? Cameron didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he said he’d talk for a few minutes.

Pulling her up on videochat, he saw where she looked like she’d just woken up too. “Hey,” he said while yawning.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he said, “Sooo, did you need something?”

“Uh,” she said, then threw her
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