"Stop trying to boyfriend me, JJ. We're fucking. Not falling in love. You don't have to pretend you give a shit about me just because you put your dick in me." He lurched back like I'd punched him in the face, but instead of getting angry like I hoped he would, he just seemed even fucking sadder. "You know that's bullshit, Rogue," he said. "You know I'm here for you and I hate what happened between us when-" "I don't know that!" I yelled. "All I know is that I'm dead inside because you and your friends killed me ten years ago."
