ah ha! i finally have it. it's old (about five years now) and i haven't really looked at it since.
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Two teenagers stood facing each other in the rapidly emptying school yard. Students merely cast the couple a cursory glance, intent on getting home and escaping the horrors of forced education for a few hours. The words spoken between them were lost in the bustle of activity but it appeared to be a classic breakup scene. The girl clenched her fists, her face flushing as she yelled out suddenly.
“It’s not me that’s changed, Stephen, it’s you.”
A few students paused to watch but hurried on when they saw who was involved. Kim was hurt. Stephen had been her best friend since he saved her from a bunch of bullies in the first grade. It was him she’d run to seeking help when things went bad only to discover a larger problem on her hands than she originally thought. She winced at his raised voice. “Me? I’ve changed? How am I the one that has changed, Kim?”
He never used to yell at her, not until…
“You used to care about people—”
He gave a mirthless laugh, harshly cutting her off. “You’re being selfish. Now that I’ve ‘broadened my horizons,’ like you said I should, you’re trying to me away from my new friends. I don’t want to waste my time on ungrateful, hypocritical people.”
Kim looked over his shoulder at the rag-tag group waiting for him. Not a single one had an untarnished reputation and she bit her lip apprehensively before peering back up at him. “Are they really friends? They’re not you’re type…”
Stephen made a fist at his side, growling. “They’re more of a friend than you are.”
Tears stung her eyes and she ducked her head in attempt to hide them. “But—”
“Get lost, Kim. We don’t have anything in common. You’ve changed.”
He turned and left her standing with her head down. She heard Stephen talking among his friends, the car doors slam and engines rev before they were gone. Assured that she was alone in the school yard, she let the tears fall. A soft sob escaped and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, whispering, “I’ve lost him.”
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