"Thanks. Three. You're not a pity fuck. You'll never be a pity fuck. You're not a pity anything. So get that out of your head right now. I adored you back then. After that party I wanted you to be my girlfriend." "But you understood why I pulled away, why I refused to go to prom," I whisper fiercely. "I do now. But back then, I was angry. Angry that everyone labeled you a slut, angry I'd gotten into a fight and was suspended, angry that you wanted nothing to do with me. I was a little prick." "I thought I was doing it for your own good. Because if you kept fighting on my behalf, you'd either
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