After a few seconds of silence, I question him, "Why are you telling me this?"
"You told me you barely know me. So that was me telling you everything about me. And now you know me."
"But why?" I ask, still confused.
He looks straight at me as if he's trying to figure out if I can be trusted just by my eyes. "Because I can't stop thinking about you even though you drive me crazy," he tells me
straight up, surprising me.
"I know what I want, Chloe Williams. And I want you."
I stare at him for a minute before bursting out laughing in the bed. He looks at me like I'm crazy. I must be then, considering that my nose is bleeding and I'm hearing the strangest words coming out from the mouth of the very boy who I had to slap just so he could stop beating the living crap out of a boy.
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