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Like what you want this to mean. Like when you said whatever about love. ” He’d crushed me dozens of times before, but this time the pain felt new. It stunned me and sent a cold wave through my body. I told myself not to tear up, that crying wasn’t an option. For a long time we stayed like that, me at his desk and him on the bed, without speaking. Finally, he turned on his stereo and put on some hip-hop track that started out with a series of gunshots and a woman screaming. Pretty soon his mother called us up from the top of the basement stairs in her thick accent.

She leaned against it and slid slowly down to a seated position on the floor. A few people standing at the end of the hall glanced over at us. They spoke in low voices, laughed, and motioned toward Fessica and me. I knelt down in front of her. ” I asked. ” She said it dreamily, like it was the name of a boy she liked. “It’s good. It relaxes me. ” I asked. She smiled and looked into my eyes in a way that made me regret offering to do something nice for her. It was the same look she’d worn in English class when doing a presentation on Wuthering Heights, the face of a girl lost in a close-range haze of romanticism.

She smiled and looked into my eyes in a way that made me regret offering to do something nice for her. It was the same look she’d worn in English class when doing a presentation on Wuthering Heights, the face of a girl lost in a close-range haze of romanticism. “You’re sweet,” she said. ” She reached up to touch my face, but I stood before she laid a hand on me. “I’ll be back with water,” I said. I moved down the hall, skillfully recovering from a small stumble over someone’s purposefully outstretched leg.