HINT OF PAST
“Aiden don't," I warned him. “That's why you're doing all this. You want to prove to your mother you're not as useless as she thinks, right? Otherwise, where did the sixteen-year-old Krystal I know go? The party hard carefree girl? You can't tell me you grew up overnight. You f*****g hate math and now you check the books for your dad?" Aiden scoffed. “I don't know why you think you need to prove yourself to anyone," Aiden continued. I had enough of this conversation, the ill feeling in my stomach was coming back and I needed fresh air, even though I was surrounded all around by endless ocean air, I needed fresh air away from him. Before I could move, Aiden grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip that was definitely going to be leaving a bruise, "I'm not finished." “I am," I muttered tryi
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