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And before poor Danny can protest, Lali takes his ar my wrist in the process We sandwich Danny between us, shienerally causing the sort ofoff his face Poor Danny Unfortunately, I can’t really worry about hinore Sebastian and Donna LaDonna

Our antics get the crowd’s attention, and as Lali and I do-si-do Danny across the floor, Donna LaDonna retreats to the edge, sporting a tight smile Suddenly, Sebastian is behind me, his hands around my waist I twirl around and with my lips close to his ear, hiss, “Fuck you”

“Huh?” He’s startled Then a I can’t be serious

“I mean it Fuck you”

I can’t believe I just said that

For aout all other sound Then the i, and I’m horrified and embarrassed I don’t think I’ve ever said “fuck you” to anyone, except , muttered under my breath, but never in a face-to-face confrontation Those words, gigantic and ugly, sit between us like two enormous boulders, and now I can’t see my way around them

It’s too late to say “I’m sorry” And I don’t want to, because I’ with Donna LaDonna In front of everyone

It’s inexcusable, isn’t it?

His face is hard, his eyes narrowed, like a child who’s been caught out, whose first instinct is to deny any wrong-doing and blame his accuser

“How could you?” I say, roup of people around us to overhear

“You’re crazy,” he says, and takes a step back

I’ing and nodding, faces curling into curious sht push me away If I walk away, it will probably be the end of our relationship

“Sebastian—”

“What?” He sneers

“Forget it” And before he can say more, I storm off