Seventeen

**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual scenes and talks of sexual abuse. Please read with caution.**

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“What are you talking about? We met in high school, junior year I’m pretty sure,” I said.

“You really don’t remember?” he asked again, then sighed. “We actually met sophomore year, and it was this exact location that we met at, almost in the same situation as this. You were stuck in the window, and I was skateboarding by when I heard you struggling. I helped you out, you said your thanks and we introduced ourselves, then we didn’t see each other again until junior year when we were put in the same class.”

I tried to remember that, but I couldn’t. It was around that year that my father had begun to become more berated with his drinking and beatings. I had become more reclused and probably shut out a lot of things.

Including the first official meeting between Ace and I.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I tried to approach you in the hall, but you always s