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"YOU'RE JUST CONFUSED, SCOTT." Art said after I confessed to him.
Confused?
"No!" I said and opened the driver's door when Art pushed it close again. "Why won't you let me out?"
"Let's talk like this." He said.
"No. I want to go out. It's hard talking like this, me inside the car and you're outside." I pushed it open but was also pushing it from the other side.
"I. . . kinda. . . feel uncomfortable beside you." He said making me stop from opening the door.
I don't know he feels that way. He must felt so uncomfortable when we stayed there inside his car for long minutes. No wonder I noticed that he was squirming like a worm at his seat. I fell silent for awhile.
"Scott, that's confusion. Just because you enjoyed my company doesn't mean that you like me."
