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CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Author: Gippeum Choi
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-07 00:52:38
BLAKE’S POV

“We are so not dressing up as waitresses to the dance just because a freshman said so.”

Claire and I were in the abandoned pool house skipping class. She was previously at the library, but she said she got kicked out for unruly behaviour so she came to find me during History. Mr. Cornell was so worried when she told him that my mom had fallen in the bathroom and was in the ER that he let me go without even thinking twice.

“I didn’t expect you guys to,” I said lowly. “Honestly, I don't even feel like going to the dance anymore.”

Since my mother came back and dropped that bomb about divorcing my father, I haven’t been the same. I keep thinking back to how I was so much like my mother, leading someone on when I had absolutely no interest in them. At least my mom was brave enough to tell my dad she didn’t want to do that anymore, whereas I was picking out dress colours and matching corsages and even renting out limos for a school dance with the person I didn’t want to go wi
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