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I watched a lot of TV and bad et I went to Quinn’s roohed at Harold & Kuo to the bakery, either I would have on Tuesday night, but West usually texts to ask if he’s going to see ht through the night, like a norht

Thursday I sent him four texts, but he didn’t answer them

Friday I sent him a fifth WTF, West?

He wrote back three hours later Sorry Busy

Saturday, Sunday--nothing I went to rugby practice and acco out with Quinn and Bridget after I asked Quinn if she’d seen West since break, and she said, "Yeah, why?"

No reason

By Monday, though, all the stuff I didn’t want to think about wasto feel shitty The Asshat Chorus was getting loud

You knehen you invited hi the weed You wanted him to fuck you on top of that roof

Did I? I can’t reht, I broke down and told Bridget what had happened, and she got so pissed at West

"He can’t treat you like that! It’s not right!"

She convinced ain, derabbed my phone out of ized for, but he still didn’t text et snored softly in her bunk above me, and I pulled out my phone and wrote: I feel terrible about what happened on the roof

I feel dirty

I feel asha, I wished I could take those texts back Overdramatic much, Caroline?

But they were sent, and that was that

It’s Tuesday after class when he textsonto work up so dirty about it, West writes

A whole sentence frag me?

I’m not I’m busy

That never stopped you before

Sorry

I wait to see if he’s going to give me a better explanation, but he doesn’t, and I’m so sick of it I’ this happen? After what Nate did, I didn’t let the et me down I took action Now one kiss fro?

Fuck that

Coht now

I have class

I look at the clock Not for an hour

Nothing for a reen bubbles of our conversation, trying to recognize nize the West who rubbed h and askedto do about ht before he kissed me senseless

Ok, he texts

And then I wait

Well, all right, I change into jeans and put my hair down and then I wait

I don’t knoe have a cliché about watched pots and boiling water Clearly there should be one about waiting for a boy you kissed while stoned on a roof to come by and explain himself

A watched West never shows up

But, you know, less lame

Finally, after an eternity, he knocks twice I open the door, and I don’t know I don’t know His pale eyes are West’s eyes, and his face is West’s face, and how did I not see hiet what he does to ether, kiss his closed eyelids, and welcome him back

I don’t do it I’ is there, oppressive as a hand pushing me under

Kind of beautiful, too

I look away, desperate to get ahold of ray at first, but when you get close up you see it’s ether in a kind of chevron pattern I can’t iet a coat like that, except ly, but it’s like everything West wears--hethis year

"Nice coat"

He giveshall ipes his ID Some anonymous person he barely knows "Thanks"

I step back He’s never been inhow s into the s off his old-man coat and drops it on the couch Then drops himself down next to it

One of his eyebrows is a little lifted, which I guess is supposed to mean, Well, Caroline?