"Don't be a bully, angel. Doesn't suit your pretty face or your weirdo fuckboy name." Shit, that was mean. I almost recoil at my own words. "That's pretty rich for someone named Josh. Your name's a joke, like literally." Everybody calls me Miller. I stare at him, wondering if I'd get in trouble if I decked him on his first night in Fairplay. "You should fuck off. This is stupid." "You called me angel." He grins, folding his surprisingly muscular arms across his surprisingly bulky-looking chest. "What's that about?" "I already said this back at dinner. Your name sounds like an angel, like
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