Oh, I’m mad. Beyond mad. I’m fucking fuming. Everything comes to a head, all the times I sat in detention because of something he did. All of the bruises and all of the lunches spent eating alone in my car because he tripped me one too many times in the cafeteria. The rumors, the hurtful slurs, that time I had to go to urgent care because he somehow got the combination to my locker and slipped Christian’s pet tarantula inside, causing me to fly into a panic attack. He’d overheard Logan telling the science teacher I had arachnophobia and thought it was fucking funny. All of the times I wished I
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FUCKKKKKKKK! I AM TRYING SO HARD!
