Nerve
James
Well, what was I supposed to say? We'd been friends since kindergarten, yes. But he made James leave. James, who loves me, who I've loved and been with since 7th grade. We're sophomores here.
He wrote James e-mails telling him to leave, just because he loves me. That makes me so... angry. The anger is new to me. As I sit here listening to my English teacher go on and on about Shakespeare, I wonder if saying no is dealing with it enough for James, or do I have to talk to Caleb again?
I'd be glad to leave Caleb behind right now. And that, my dears, is the sorry, rotten truth.
He wrote James e-mails telling him to leave, just because he loves me. That makes me so... angry. The anger is new to me. As I sit here listening to my English teacher go on and on about Shakespeare, I wonder if saying no is dealing with it enough for James, or do I have to talk to Caleb again?
I'd be glad to leave Caleb behind right now. And that, my dears, is the sorry, rotten truth.
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Metaphor, ily, in a completely not creepy way.