I glanced at my watch and quickened my pace. I was going to be late, again, for a date with my girlfriend. I ran up to her doorstep and knocked on the door. She opened the door, glaring.
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"I can't believe you." She said, her voice cracking, as though she was about to cry.
"Miles, I'm sorry. Work kept-"
"Work. That's all you ever care about anymore. You never have time to spend with me. Why don't we just..." She broke it off with a sigh and ran her hands through her curly hair.
"No... Miley, listen-" I whispered, grabbing her hand.
She tugged her hand free and looked me in the eye. "Bye, Jake."
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I stood there, mouth open agape, as she slowly closed the door. I swallowed the lump in my throat and got back in my car.
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The next morning, I woke up with the annoying beeping of my alarm clock pounding in my ears. I pressed the snooze button and lied back down. Maybe I'll miss work today. It's just once. I closed my eyes and soon I was asleep. I dreamed of Miley's sweet face, wishing I could fix the problem I'm in. But it was too late. Just my luck.
