OLIVIA My mood instantly soured. I refused to have a conversation with him, so I strode ahead. But like a stubborn stain clinging to fabric, he chased after me. “Wait, Olivia.” “What do you want, slutty boy?” Jenna snapped, stepping in front of me. I almost laughed at the name but restrained myself. “I’m not a slutty boy, Jenna,” he said, his voice sharp with anger. “Oops, I must have mistaken you for the guy who slept with another woman a day before proposing to the girl he claimed to love,” she spat. From where I stood, I saw Kyle’s jaw tighten. “You know nothing, pussy sucker!” he blurted. A fight nearly erupted, and I shoved myself between them. “No fighting, please. And Kyle, I don’t want to talk to you. Thank you,” I said, turning to leave. However, his hand gripped mine again. A frustrated groan escaped my lips. “What do you want?” I narrowed my eyes on him. He cleared his throat. “Can we talk for a moment?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with silent pleas. “
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