When I arrived at the café, he had been waiting for a while.“Latte or Americano?” he asked.“Neither,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Dean, I don’t like coffee.”He let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I forgot.”Yeah. He forgot.Back in sophomore year of high school, during our final exams, my grades finally surpassed Joanna’s for the first time. Her group of friends accused me of cheating. During the argument, they tore up my exam paper before pouring an entire cup of coffee over the notes I had just neatly organized.I demanded an apology from Joanna, but Dean stepped in to smooth things over. “Forget it. We’re all friends. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”I felt so upset that I hid in the woods when everyone had gone home and cried quietly. It took Dean a long time to look for me. When he finally found me, he handed me his own neatly organized notes and pressed them into my hands.“I fixed everything for you. Stop crying.”“I didn’t cheat,” I said through my tears, stubbornly i
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