Plus…Tyler.
That annoying, frustrating voice at the back of my mind had kept whispering his words, but I’d repeatedly shoved it down.
‘He can’t be nice to girls like…’
This was Dean. The “he” in that statement.
And as angry as I was at Tyler.
One part of me believed him.
The sick, dark part of me that always reminded me that apart from Maeve, no one could actually like me.
I swallowed and looked away. “Don’t you guys have that game next week?” I asked.
“It’s Friday. We’ve got time.”
“Well, I don’t.” I said.
“I’ll pay you.”
That one made me pause for a second.
Noise rose from the living room again, and I noticed the music had been toned down a little.
Even the voices had reduced, but my skin still burned from stares.
I turned to Dean again. “I don’t want your money.”
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