I reentered the apartment dreading having to explain where I had been. It wasn’t that the girls didn’t like Ethan; it was that they didn’t like what he was doing to me. Stringing me along was what they liked to call it. They didn’t know him the way I did though. I knew that he wanted to try; he just said it himself. I could tell that he was scared that he’d fail, or he wouldn’t live up to my standards. None of that mattered though, because what he didn’t know was that I was already in love with him. I was afraid to tell him, because once I did, it would be game over. That was the only move I
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