“Why does it mean anything to you?” “Because she’s mine and I don’t want you touching her.” I’m a five-year-old fighting over a toy. I feel like an idiot as soon as I say it, but it’s said and it’s true. And I don’t want it to be. “I know,” he says arrogantly. “You know?” “I’m not stupid, Josh. The two of you have been eye-fucking each other since the beginning of school. I wasn’t going to do anything with her and she was never going to do anything with me.” “Then why all the bullshit tonight?” “Just wanted to hear you say it.” He smiles and heads back toward the house. I’m too relieved to be
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