Nina.Hearing him say my name still threw me.Friends?I laughed under my breath.Five years ago, after Yuna framed me and I broke down crying, I asked him to grab a drink so I could explain."So now you're the victim? I'm with Yuna right now, comforting her. I don't have time for your lies."The boy I'd grown up with had left me behind.Before Miguel, I'd already known Shawn saw me as more than a friend.Every Christmas and Easter, he gave the other society girls the same gifts.Mine was different every year.Handmade.Because neither of us cared about jewelry or price tags.Even the way he said my name was different.With everyone else, he was polite and distant. Miss this. Miss that.But with me, it was always just "Nina."Back then, I was too young to know what to do with his feelings.By the time I figured out mine, Miguel was already in the picture.I still remembered the day Shawn caught Miguel and me kissing.He drank himself into the hospital with a stomach b
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