“I’m being very rude, I know. But it’s better this way, really.” I opened my eyes. His face was very serious. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, my voice guarded. “It’s better if we’re not friends,” he explained. “Trust me.” My eyes narrowed. I’d heard that before. “It’s too bad you didn’t figure that out earlier,” I hissed through my teeth. “You could have saved yourself all this regret.” “Regret?” The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. “Regret for what?” “For not just letting that stupid van squish me.” He was astonished. He stared at me in disbelief. When he finally
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