“I am better than you,” I snapped, frustrated that he wasn’t listening to me. “If you want to be on my level, then step it up on the pitch. Work harder. Train harder. Be fucking better. And open your goddamn eyes to danger. Because that so-called girlfriend of yours will bleed you dry, lad.” “She is my girlfriend,” he snarled. “So don’t talk about her like that.” God, give me strength… “Fine.” I threw my hands up. “Keep your girlfriend away from mine and we’ll be rosy.” “You don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied slowly, expression laced with confusion. “Me,” I corrected, flustered at the word
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