[Rue’s POV]My head spins and my vision blurs, but even then, I still sip on a drink while Mr. Owens orders our meal for the evening.Once he is finished, he shifts his gaze to me, and when he opens his mouth, I brace myself for what is to come.“You should really slow down.”“I’m fine,” I assure him, plastering a smile on my face. “The room is just spinning and I feel like my brain is filled with helium. Am I floating?"“Rue,” he hisses, and I feel my heart squeeze. “That’s enough.”“Oh, leave her be,” my mom murmurs. “She’s just enjoying herself.”“There is a difference between enjoying yourself and making irresponsible choices.”“Hey,” I growl, slamming my glass down on the table. “Who the hell do you think you are to say such things to me?”Dammit. Shut up, Rue!“You aren’t my teacher anymore.”Shut up before you say something you regret!“And you aren’t my dad!”“Rue,” my mother gasps, her eyes widening. “What are you even saying? Of course he is your fat…”“HE ISN’T!” I yell, dr
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