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We go to his room first, and I wait outside Nate took Rowe home early; she was pretty blitzed Ty whispers to me that she’s passed out He slips in and out quickly without waking them, his sweatpants and T-shirt in his lap when he exits Once we get to lad to have my non-tutu boyfriend back

"Wow, I’ve never seen someone look so turned on by sweatpants," he teases

"I was just getting worried that I’d never get that out ofpink mesh on the floor

"Yeah, you and about a hundred dudes whose day I ruined in that outfit," he laughs, picking the tutu up and straightening it out like he actually ain He finally tosses it back to the floor, and I’ainst my rolled pillow stuffed in the corner by the wall He pats the space next to his so I can sit and face hi they’re keys of a piano I wish I kne to play the piano I wish for a lot of things

"So…I think I should probably start with Kyle Lofters, my pretend piano I play Mary Had a Little La He letsup at ain

"Is this story going to piss me off?" he asks

That’s a loaded question I pause and cup his hand in both of mine, then lean forward to kiss it and press it on the side of h a truly pathetic smile

"Okay, that sounds fair Bases are covered," he says, wiggling his fingers again to let me play I like that he does this, let’s me have an outlet for my nerves Or maybe he just likes it when I rub his hands Either way

"Kyle Loftraduate Your age, really" I can feel his fingers grow stiff, but they loosen again quickly I keep going, keep playing irls in high school"

His hand grabs s for ize for things in your past Not to me," he says I nod, and my breath comes sharp and fast I would cry if I weren’t so nervous I hate crying "Go on I won’t judge you Not ever"

I spread his fingers, weavingout our soccer teaht, he found his way to one of our parties He was young, just a little older Liking hierous So I slipped into one of the rooms with him at the house ere at, and we ," I ad this to Ty--to anyone

"Don’t," he ree from him

"The next day, there was a knock atwonant She asked for me, so my dad called me downstairs He stood behind me when I cracked open the door the rest of the way He stood there while she toldwith her husband She spit on the screen door, cried, and told me I should be ashamed of myself She called me a slut…and then she walked away"

Ty’s hands wrap around mine, and I look at hiry, but on ry that I was accused, that I was spit at, that my father just stood by and watched it all happen

"What did your dad do?" he asks

"He toldcareless, that she could make this an issue with the school--which she did," I say, re the hell that was the end of e Or at least, I thought he did My ot out My dad’s law firs hushed Kyle wasn’t punished, because I never accused hi, other than not letout a huge breath, the weight of everything

"That dick owes you an apology," Ty says, and I laugh

"Which one?" I say, not sure who he was referring to--Kyle or my dad

"Exactly," he says, and I kiss his hand and move to lie on his arm "So, what does this have to do with Paul whatshisname? Whatever it was that Chandra chick said"