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Paloma Perez.
Caden.
I start walking faster now that I've confirmed it's really him.
"Can we talk for a second?" His voice chases after me. “Palo?”
I roll my eyes. That stupid nickname. How did something that once felt like an affirmation now sound so utterly foolish?
Ignore him, Paloma. Ignore him until you see a taxi.
“Paloma, for god’s sake! I wasn’t going to tell my parents about you. I promised, and I didn’t.”
I stop and turn.
“Then why were you saying my name when you were drunk?”
He looks up at me, eyes suddenly a little less smug. “Because I’m still in love with you.”
"Oh, but I hate you." I fire back.
He smiles. “You don’t hate me. You hate what I did.”
Caden is wearing a Skull Rider jacket. I hadn’t noticed it before cause the car was shielding it but now tha
