“Damn it, Julia. Listen, you may think that you love me—” “Don’t fucking patronize me,” I scream back, finally reaching my breaking point. Shaking my head, I begin packing up the blanket, realizing this was a huge mistake. “I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen years old, but I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to mess up our friendship.” I turn on him, trying to mask my pain with anger. “Are you really that disgusted with me?” Fury hardens his expression. “Watch it, Julia, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
