“There’s nothing going on between us, I’m sorry!” “How would I know if you’re always telling men when it’s safe to text and when it isn’t? Maybe someday you’ll learn how to show me the same amount of respect I show you. I mean, are you the stupid one or am I?” I stare straight ahead at the road. “Who’s stupid, Jordana. You or me?” Does he really expect me to answer? This time he raises his voice louder. “Am I stupid for putting up with you?” “No,” I whisper, hunching in my seat. “So, you admit you’re the idiot. Glad you got that figured out. Start using your brain.” He shakes his head and
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The hate I have for Bryan Davenport is fierce
