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here's the 2nd chapter of smth im writing, it's called "sour honey". 2nd because i feel like it. please give me tips. or let me know if it's good. or if you want me to post the next chapter. or 1st chapter.

“Dude I swear, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“No man, it’s cool. This– this isn’t your fault.”
I can’t even articulate actual phrases right now. All I can do is stare at that text message. I don’t even know what’s going on. This doesn’t feel real. It’s all just too much to take in. Cherry? Liking Hunter? Hell no. An incompatible match. Cherry is gorgeous, like an angel who fell straight down from heaven. And Hunter… well he’s Hunter.
Rory walks towards us, but I can’t bother to lift my head up to greet her.
“Is he okay?” Rory says, as she tries to peep at Hunter’s phone. So typical of her to be nosy.
Hunter shakes his head. “...Probably not.”
“What happened? Did he get fired from his nine to five?”
“No, man. He doesn’t even have a job, come on now.”
“So then what’s going on? Why does he look like that?”
I finally lift my head up to look at the two of them, and they turn their gazes from each other to look at me in response. 
Rory raises her eyebrows. “Well?”
I sigh. “Cherry said she likes Hunter.”
There’s a moment of silence. Rory looks at Hunter, back at me, back at Hunter, and back at me again.
She opens her mouth to say something, stops herself, until she finally says:
“I’ll see you guys after school.”
Then she starts walking. She starts walking at an abnormally fast pace. 
“Wow, man. She’s just walking off like that? No condolences or anything? Kind wishes?”
For a brief moment, I agree with Hunter. How could Rory just walk away and treat the whole thing as if it was nothing? She knows that I still like Cherry. She knows it full and well.
But then I started to realize something.
I turn towards Hunter. Then I grab his hand and start walking. No– running. Rory didn’t walk away because she didn’t care, but because she did care. I saw the look in her eyes. She cares. She cares a whole lot. And I knew what she was going to do. I had to stop it.
“Whoa man! Jesus christ, slow down! These legs can only take me so far at my short stature of 165 centimeters!”
“Shut up and keep moving.”
“O-okay man… don’t get angry…”
We keep running, but Hunter stops and I almost fall.
“What happened? Why’d you stop?” I asked.
Hunter points towards one of the classrooms while snickering to himself. “Look man, those girls are crazy! Why hasn’t anyone stepped in yet?”
What? A fight? Girls?
It’s gotta be Rory.
“Hunter, let’s go.”
“What? In there? When pigs fly, maybe.”
I groan. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need Hunter with his short ass to help me anyway. I got this.
When I enter, everyone stops yelling to turn to me. Then they resume. They must’ve thought I was a teacher or something. Savages.
I push my way through the crowd until I reach what everyone was crowding around in the first place.
I was right.
Rory was beating the crap out of my ex-girlfriend.
“Rory! Shit, what the hell are you doing?!” I yell, as I pull Rory away from Cherry.
Hunter gasps loudly as he puts his hands over his mouth. “Holy shit, dude! Rory?? Is that you?”
“Shut up, Hunter!” Rory hisses.
I give her time to calm down, and I let go of her. “Rory, what’s your damage? The fuck do you think you’re doing beating up Cherry?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she leaves. No explanation or anything.
Then Hunter walks up to me. I see Cherry, following behind.
“Hey man, Cherry’s gonna tell us what happened.”
I look at Cherry. She looks upset. I mean, naturally she would. A girl just walked up to her and attacked her like a wild animal, it makes sense.
“I don’t even know– god. She just came in and asked me, ‘Do you like Hunter?’ And I said yes, because I do. And then she lunged at me? She kept calling me an asshole, bitch, whore. I don’t even know what I did wrong. Do you know if she likes him or something? God, I had no idea she was so nasty like that.”
I felt my hands tremble. Why the fuck did Rory do that? Why is she angry? She wasn’t the one dating Cherry. It was me. I’m the one who’s supposed to be fighting, spouting whatever insult I can think of.
Whatever. It’s over now. Rory ran away, Cherry has bruises all over her, and Hunter can’t even process what’s going on.
And it’s all because of a stupid text message.
“Does it hurt? The bruise.” I asked, pointing to her cheek.
She looked up at me. She’s a thing of beauty. I can’t believe that a guy like me bagged her. If we hadn’t worked on that project together, I don’t even know if she would’ve ever acknowledged my very existence.
She places her hand on her cheek. She flinched. “Um, yeah. It does hurt. But I’ll be fine!”
If Cherry flinched from such a delicate touch on the cheek, Rory must’ve messed her up real bad. I wonder if anything else hurts. I should just make sure…
“Are you okay? Does anything else hurt? Your arm? Leg? Ankle? Oh, you’re bleeding…”
Damn. Hunter beat me to it. That bastard.
I shouldn’t be calling him that. I’m just really upset that Cherry likes someone as obnoxious as Hunter. But then again, she liked me.
I look at the two of them. He’s so- nice to her. Does he… like her too?
I mean, good for him if he does. Bagging a girl as beautiful as Cherry is an accomplishment, especially for Hunter. But it just bothers me so much to see my ex-girlfriend with another guy, and with my closest friend at that. It kills me. I don’t know why I can’t just get over her. She got over me, easy-peasy, so why’s it so hard for me?

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