I hear the teasing underneath his words, but jealousy still swirls through me. Not because it’s Trisley, even I can appreciate that she’s beautiful. It’s more so because of the annoying voice of insecurity that likes to pop up in the back of my mind and wreak havoc with comments like, What’s he see in me? I’m not special, not any more than any other person at school. What’s to say his eyes won’t drift to something brighter and better and move on? I know they’re ridiculous thoughts. But then again, are they? After all, he only seems to want the physical stuff and he can get that from almost
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