“You must really not give a shit about me, huh?” Brooke said, still standing. “Because as long as you get to control my life so it’s convenient for you, who the fuck cares how I feel? You watched me, you have watched me, for weeks. And you. Said. Nothing.”

“I’m saying something now.”

She laughed, and it froze me. “Well, thank fuck for small mercies.”

Then, with half the freaking cafeteria gawking at us now, she flipped me off while walking backward, then turned on her heel and left me.

Alone.

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