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Sometimes when a boy is mean to a girl, it means he has a crush on her.” I cringe, pulling away. “Ew, Mom. I could never have a crush on Scar.” “Maybe not now. But someday, you might realize you did all along.”
She’s full-on smiling at this point, and for some reason, the proof of her happiness twists my stomach in knots.
He’s not just talking about Elias, but his mother, too. Is he scared of death? Is he living each day like he’s simply waiting to die, as well?
What she doesn’t know, and never will, is that my biggest fear is never feeling alive again.
Why do I look at her with Crew and Jagger and want nothing more than to decapitate my own friends, just so they can’t look at her or taste her ever again? Why does the thought of any guy looking at her and undressing her with their eyes make me want to put her in a cage and keep her as my own little pet? I hate her. Everything about her repulses me. So why do I want her so fucking bad?
