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I didn't know who he was and I didn't care, he looked at me, pity in his eyes and I lost it. Grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against my locker.

"P-please," he whispered.

A small gentle hand touched my bicep, stealing my breath. I knew who it was before she uttered a word. The smell of sun and vanilla wrapped around me, robbing me of breath. I clenched my jaw against the pain flaring through my heart.