He dropped his eyes, stuck the lighter into his pocket, and let out a resolved breath. “Why are you so mean?” But he didn’t really want an answer. Turning away, he left my bedroom and headed down the stairs, and in that moment, my insides crumbled, because I knew I’d gone too far. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him to go because I’d never hear from him again. I’d go to school tomorrow, pass him in the halls, but this time, he wouldn’t look back at me. I’d gone too far.
