“Why is she the first person you run to after we’re gone for days on end?” “She’s not,” I mutter through gritted teeth, and that bitter taste gets worse. “And why is she the person you want to share all your highs and lows with, huh?” He pokes my chest, right above the spot that’s been aching for days. “Why is she the one you go to after you play a hard game and come up empty-handed?” Another poke, another stumble. “Why is she the one you can’t wait to see after you’ve decimated the opposing team?” Poke. “Or after you’ve been annoyed by Lawson for too fucking long and need someone to ground
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Yes! Knock some sense into him!
