Hatred
Ashton's POV I've been watching Cori all this time, patiently waiting for her conversation to end because if I go to her side, I might punch Brandon in the face. He and I have never gotten along, stemming from our high school days when we played on rival football teams, and after that, we were used by the same girl. Clearly, neither of us have gotten over it, not that we were in love with the chick, but she was much older than us, extremely manipulative, and at fifteen and sixteen, he and I thought we found a gem when, in reality, she was about as loose as gravel. Looking back, a woman her age had no business messing with either of us, but hormones and logic don’t mix, and as far as I was concerned, her being interested in me meant that I was mature. “Why is she still over there?” Cla
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