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"Mo to say this once Paul Cotterman is a sick man who tried to touch me inappropriately, with physical force, in a classroom that I later found out was locked I punched hihter who not only knehat to do, but has the physical strength to beat her way out of a night into my disappointment in her But she interrupts me, halts me, and then killswith Kyle Loft?" Her question leavesAnd I’e My secrets are not so secret

I don’t say anything else, and the sensation ofhot I pull it to my lap and look at it; the text reads MOM to identify who I’ to

"Cass? Are you there, honey?" I can hear her voice h, don’t pick it back up to continue our conversation "Cass? Cassidy? Cass?"

She sounds like she’s in a box--so I close it, and press er on vibrate, so I don’t have to hear it loudly

I wait for Ty I need Ty I love Ty

Ty will ht you floor seats? For the Thunder ga them in my hand They don’t even have row nu of letters I’m officially jealous of rins at ht

My brother’s birthday is this week, and Rowe surprised him with the tickets after their prom experience I didn’t bother to tell him about my prom, because I knew there was no way his could co about Cass since she slept in et back froht to her roo she wanted some time with Cass, so I came here But I wanted to stay there I would have stayed there all night, again--every night

She didn’t buy aveabout feelings I don’t really knohat to say I’ people on bullshit But I need to say sos to Cass

"So, can I have the his tickets

"Oh, yeah, sorry," I say, handing them back He takes them slowly, one brow arched suspiciously

"Just like that? No joke or maneuver to horkabout how if Rowe really had good taste, she’d take you to the game instead?" he asks

"Well, while that last part is very lad you’ve finally irl worth all of your fine Preeter qualities," I say, turningthe channel to ESPN "And hork is a stupid word Don’t say it anymore It’s not even in the dictionary" I ainst the wall It’s Sunday Night Football, and Dallas is playing

"That’s…it?" Nate says, standing in the way ofto catch the stats on the botto about someone who’s injured for the Browns, probablyback

"Yes, that’s it Move your fucking head," I say

Nate laughs, then sits on his bed and pulls the tab on a soda The noise is irritating His sipping is irritating He’s staring atto rins, then pulls the soda can fro

"You’re in love With Cass," he says, andthat with the guilty face I’ on the inside, I turnI’ to touch it

"Sure," he says, and I feel relief that he’s bending down to pull a soda fro on "Have you told her yet?" Noton

This time, I don’t look away froh my nose It’s that saets fed up But I’m not fed up I just don’t want to talk about this, because then I have to talk about it with Cass And if I talk about it with Cass, I have to talk about it with Kelly--because Kelly’s the only other one, and I always promised myself I would make it okay with her if there was ever another And now her husband is a loser And fuck, fuck, da at me, but I keep my eyes on the ticker at the botto back that’s hurt Well, there goes my fantasy week