Class but mostly sass

It was a funny thing, being friends with her ex. She felt like she could tell him anything, really, but there was always an unspoken boundary to never bring up their past relationship. They talked about old times—like when she toilet papered his house because he dared her to, or when he rear-ended someone because he was looking over at her instead of the road—but they would never talk about how much they loved each other. For them, being friends meant they could never speak of what happened between them. But one day, she let her curiosity get the best of her. She sat down on his couch beside him, and she asked a question that had been eating at her for months. “The scrapbook that I gave you for your birthday,” she said. “What happened to it after…everything?” He looked up from his computer, and froze. She knew, then. “You threw it out.” Instead of acknowledging, he asked her, “What about my Georgetown sweatshirt? You gave back everything else, but you kept that one. What did you do with it?” She wanted to lie. She wanted to say she gave it away or that it was donated to Goodwill, but she wasn’t a liar and she wasn’t going to start today. “I still have it. It was a token, I guess. A physical reminder that we did exist, and we were important. Because sometimes, with the way we act around each other, it’s easy to forget.” It was quiet for a bit, but eventually, they went back to pretending. It was a funny thing, being friends with her ex. Even as friends, he’s the only one who’s ever been able to hurt her so deeply.

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Update

Okay for the other anon I know I'm going to be in that same situation because I'm a junior in high school and I've never even kissed anyone and I can't see it happening anytime before I leave for college honestly and it makes me so insecure like it eats me alive