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I can't figure out how to handle this. I've been through a lot but I've never come anywhere close to a feeling like this. I know he's a good guy and I feel bad about getting him pulled out of school but I can't just forget what he did.
                          
I can forgive him asking questions on why I like him but I can't forget that he just kissed me and left. Who does that? He took it back. Who kisses someone and then takes it back? It's not like I was pushing him away.
                          
Knock knock
                          
"Come in," I call.
                          
It's not like I was actually getting any of my homework done. I've been sitting here staring at math problems for ten minutes now. I swivel my chair around so I can see who's in my room.
                          
"Hey, honey," Mom smiles taking a seat on my bed, "how are you feeling?"
                          
"I really don't know," I admit, "I feel like I should feel a certain way but I just don't."
                          
I broke down and told my mom after I saw Adrien yesterday. I didn't tell her everything obviously. I just told her that Adrien and I had a fight and he wants to know if we can be friends again.
                          
"Well how do you feel?" She asks.
                          
"Conflicted, Mama. I just told you that," I reply and she looks at me like I'm the dumbest girl in the world.
                          
"No you told me you want to feel a certain way and you don't," she reminds me, "so how do you feel?"
                          
Oh. I guess I was avoiding that. I don't want to admit to my mom. If I do I feel like o won't be able to stop crying and I don't want to cry anymore. But she's my mom. She'll always be there for me.
                          
"Hurt," I finally admit feeling a tear fall down my cheek.
                          
"Come here," she calls opening her arms to me.
                          
I practically jump off the chair into her arms. She holds me like she always does when I'm sad. My mother has always been a constant in my life. I don't think I've ever thanked her enough for that.
                          
"I-I don't want to c-cry anymore," I tell her while sobbing.
                          
"It's okay, Mari. Just cry it out," she says rubbing my back soothingly.
                          
"I'm not even mad about- about all the other stuff anymore it's just that he knew I liked him when he- he kissed me and he just t-took it back," I tell her.
                          
"He has to have a reason for it," she tries to assure me, "did you let him explain?"
                          
I pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes. I grab my pillow and cuddle that instead. If only she knew.
                          
"I-I let him explain but- but he didn't mention the kiss," I inform her. "But it doesn't feel like I should care b-because I got him pulled out of school and that's the only place where he's actually h-happy."
                          
"Don't say that," she scolds, "everything you feel matters no matter what happens because of it."
                          
"What do I do, Mama?" I ask her wiping my eyes.
                          
"It's up to you," she reminds me handing me a tissue.
                          
"That's the problem," I sniffle blowing my nose with the tissue she just handed me.
                          
"There's some things that I can't help you with, Marionette, but what ever you decide to do, I'll back you up," she assures me putting her hand on my shoulder.