“You have no reason to be talking to him; he probably thinks you want him back since you answered the call.” He runs his hands through his hair. “No, he doesn’t. He knows that I am with you.” I try my best to fight my temper. He gestures wildly at my phone. “Then call him right now and tell him not to call you again.” “What? No! I’m not doing that. Noah hasn’t done anything wrong, I have already hurt him enough—we both have—so, no. I will not say that to him. There is no harm in me being friends with him.” “Yes there is,” he says, his voice rising. “He thinks he is better than me, and he will
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