Tipping his can, he poured his energy drink down my tank until it was empty, and the purple bra I wore underneath was visible. That. Is. It. When my fist collided with Houston’s lip, I didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t look surprised, either. He smiled—busted lip and all—like I’d given him exactly what he wanted. I’d proved his point. Eventually, you want to hurt them because that’s what they do. They make you crave it. I went to hit him again. This time he caught my wrist and squeezed. “The first one was free. You’ll have to work for the rest.” I smiled up at him as he waited for
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