“Why you want to take me out for my birthday.” I sip from my water glass. “You barely know me.” “I’m getting to know you.” “And sometimes you still act as if you don’t like me.” “Right back at you.” He smiles. Ugh, he’s too pretty when he does that. “I just don’t go out for my birthday with some random boy,” I say, my voice small. “I’m not just some random boy, as you call me. We’ve known each other for a while,” he says, as if that makes all the sense in the world for him wanting to take me out. “And you’ve treated me terribly since day one,” I remind him. “Yet here you are, sitting in a
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Im deadddd
