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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">  He was speaking again, but it wasn't anything she was sure she wanted to hear, her hands having released their tight grip from the steering wheel, looking over at him when he cleared his throat and so plainly began speaking that for a second it bothered her. However, she would listen and not say a word because he had been fair enough to do the same for her, eyes moving over the skirt of her cheerleading uniform, she wasn't entirely sure that it made her feel any better about him going off to Britney even if it was just a fling. To Sonnora, that meant he quite frankly hadn't thought about her in the slightest, that meant he hadn't cared and that only made it all the more worse. <br/>
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Or perhaps she was thinking too much on it. Her eyes narrowing however when he brought up that balding son of a bitch, or rather his shrink, and stated that such male had tried to say that she wasn't trying hard enough, it made her grimace. Sure, it was already a bother that he had to see a shrink anyway, but if it was helping him, then that was ok. However, when a fat, balding man had the nerve to say that her love wasn't enough, as though he was getting her love as well, that pissed her off. Who was he to say that her love wasn't enough? Obviously a professional. Only now noticing the way he had jerked his eyes away from his sandals and over to her with an odd look in them, Sonnie raised a brow just slightly, noting that he had changed the subject for the third time within the conversation. <br/>
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What in the world was wrong with him? There was a mixture of being angry and hurt again rising into her body, because now he was just being crude, and quite frankly, she didn't ask for that. Maybe she should have pushed his ass out of the car while she was driving. Wincing softly when his hand collided with her dashboard, her light brown orbs grew just slightly in size when he raised his hand as though he were about to hit her. Unlike most teenage girls and women, Sonnora's reaction was immediate, knocking his hand away from first of all pointing at her by pushing it at the wrist, <b>"Get your fucking hand out of my face."</b> Sure, he could be mad, but Sonnie would be damned if she was another statistic. <br/>
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Taking note that he was now fumbling with the seatbelt instead of attempting to strike fear into her heart, sure, it was a bit startling and it had scared her for a few moments, but what was he thinking to even get it in his head to even get CLOSE to slapping her like that? What the <i>hell</i> was he thinking? Watching him get out of her Range Rover, Sonnora instantly turned her car on and let the high beams shine out into the woods, pushing the button down to roll her windows down and the other to lock her doors, <b>"You're so full of shit Sebastian. You're ego is so fucking huge and <i>God</i> I don't know where you got it from, maybe that dumbass shrink of yours? But it's just so huge you can't even say that you love me."</b> <br/>
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She wasn't shouting, but her voice was loud enough to be heard, her eyes remaining on him as she spoke again, <b>"DO you know what you told me before I went to that party? Do you remember, or are you going through a bit of amnesia too? You said that you didn't <i>care</i> anymore Sebastian. You didn't care, Sebastian. And do you even remember the last time you said 'I love you' to me?"</b> Of course he didn't, because during the time that his brother had first died, he seemed to stop all response, even when she would say it first to him, he would merely nod and fake a smile. If he really cared, it wouldn't be as difficult as it was for him to say it back to her. [/list:u]</li>
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