[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] New York City
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     Ezekiel just stood there for a moment, stunned when Janelle called him out like that. He couldn't tell if she wasn't surprised, hurt or pissed. Ezekiel opened his mouth and closed it several times, looking like a fish dying on dry land. He shifted his feet and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling lower than the Underworld right now. 
     [color=#EEE8AA]"O…okay… For what it's worth, I did really like you…like that. I'm…I'm sorry."[/color] Ezekiel backed away from Janelle, giving her more than enough space between the two of them. 
     He kept moving back until he stood closer to Nancy. He stood on the side furthest from Janelle, wishing for nothing more than to be able to bury his head in the ground.
     Of course Janelle had heard about Zeke leaving Demi's cabin earlier that morning. The whole bloody camp had. He should have just gone to her right away, instead he hoped she would hear him out. He had never deserved her anyway, what with him messing with Demetri behind closed doors anyways.