“You’re fucked,” he says, and it’s surprisingly sympathetic. I run a hand down my face. He’s right; I have it bad. “I know.” Joel leans forward in his chair, placing both palms on the table. “No, I don’t think you do. I’ve never seen you like this with a girl and…fuck, how do I say this without hurting you?” “She doesn’t feel the same,” I answer for him, even though I’ve seen something more between us. God, he’s probably right; I have no shot with her. Why am I even entertaining the idea? “Oh, she definitely feels something; maybe not the same, but she has some feelings for you.” Come
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