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Her mathine was so overwrought with concern she’d booked continuous appointments with Doctor Fang. A skeptical giggle bubbled over her lips. Doctor Fang, how ironic. Jeez, she was crazy she decided, leaning on the wall for support as the blood rushed to her legs. CHAPTER 21: WALKED IN AND ROLLED OUT. It was Monday, my first day back at school since I’d caught Randy with The Blonde, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with the lunch situatio, Prettiest Asian Women. I obviously couldn’t sit with Randy and Shane and the others.
But where would I go? That’s where I’d been sitting for more than a year. That’s where my friends were. “ Ask Corey and Art,” I said glaring at Corey.
He looked at me, and I knew he didn’t want me to tell them. Clay looked at Corey. He let go of me and rose to his feet. “I’m so sorry Claire.” Now there were tears on his face, too. “I never meant to hurt you. But you make me happy, so very happy.
And I do love you. I never stopped thinking about you. I couldn’t even enjoy myself with other women after you. I tried to forget you, but anytime things would get intimate I couldn’t do it because I wanted her to be you. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in eons because I’m haunted by the last time I saw you. You were in my arms, naked and vulnerable and mine and you told me you loved me. I had everything I’d ever wanted right there in my arms in that moment and I let it go. I’ve replayed that scene in my mind so many times it’s worn, each time wishing I’d told you I loved you back. Those are the words you deserved to hear, Claire. Those are the words I should have said and that I’ve hated myself ever since for not. You gave me that beautiful tender heart of yourse, and I trampled all over it. I’m so so sorry.
” Before i could say anything or do anything, Matt ran out. I was too confused.
I didn’t understand but i wanted to. I put my head underneath the surface, trying to disengage some of the dirt and leaves from my unruly hair. Grabbing a tuft of it in my cleansed hands, I examine it, trying to remember what my mother’s hair felt like. But the remembrance slips from my grasp, all feeling leaving my fingers. I jump back in horror. Nothing I had read or seen about werewolves had prepared me for this. “ You don’t have one friend?
” Eric asked.
I shook my head. And also completely embarrassing.
I rapped my knuckles against the table in a fast, anxious rhythm.
It must have been the way