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My beautiful brave girl.

Only she isn’t my girl, is she?

But that doesn’t stop me from jacking off to her until I come all over my stomach with a low grunt.

And then I wait.

Like I’ve been waiting for hours and hours, again from the minute after we finished.

For all the things that she said would happen if I took her cherry.

All the laundry fucking list of things she’d promised would come to pass.

I wait and wait.

But nothing happens.

Except the clock strikes midnight, alerting me that my time’s up.

She’s his now.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Icouldn’t sleep at all last night.

I kept writing in my diary until the sun came up.

Although if anyone asked me what I wrote, I wouldn’t be able to tell them. I wouldn’t be able to tell them when I stopped writing either. Or what I did all day.

Up until this moment.

When I’m sitting in my best friend’s car, parked at the edge of the woods.

Where yet another party is in full swing.

My parents think that I’m still at my sleepover with Jupiter and I kinda am. Only like last night, I’m taking a slight detour.

“You sure about this?”

Just like last night, Jupiter’s face is hidden in the dark interior of her car. But I can clearly see her concern. “You know, you asked me the same thing last night.”

“I know.” She sighs. “But I’m asking again.”

Because she’s a good friend. She’s the best friend a girl could ask for.

I’m lucky to have her.

So lucky that I might start crying right here, right now. I might crumple under this pressure in my chest. But I don’t want to.

Because it’s a happy day.

It’s the day of my freedom, my independence.

It’s the day I go back to the boy I fell in love with when I was only fourteen.

“I’m sure,” I tell her, my voice catching in my throat.

Which I guess she notices. “Because you don’t sound sure. You haven’t sounded sure all day. You haven’tlookedsure all day either. In fact, you haven’t looked okay all day.”

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