Noah towered over me, his shadow looming. He smelled strongly of alcohol. His eyes were blurry. He showed me his phone–a
screenshot of Chase’s post. He smirked.
“Ethan, what’s a game? Why are you acting
so serious?”
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Acting? Noah, when did you become so
pathetic?
I stared at him coldly, sighing. “You’re wrong.
Chase and I aren’t what you think. I’ve always
liked…”
Before I finished, he leaned in, covering my lips, throwing his phone down, roughly rubbing my lips with his thumbs, suppressing something.
“Enough,” he growled, eyes slightly red, staring intently. “You’re sick. It was a dare, and you let him kiss you? Ethan, are you
stupid? Tomorrow… tomorrow I’ll tell Chase it was all a lie!”
He almost shouted the last sentence.
I shoved him away. “You suggested I confess for Lily! What are you doing, Noah?”
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