There’s a black eye painted on my face… and this one’s not courtesy of my dad. Saint. And Tom was with him. They ambushed me after English class. After the punch Saint pinned my arms back and yelled, “Leave her alone!” But I wasn’t about to admit to anything so I put on my stone-cold face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop calling her!”
The conversation continued and then he said “Thanks for the flowers, I told Caitlin they were from me.”
I tore up the picture of Tom and I.
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