Awkward.
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I pulled my hand back.
Mrs. Davison chimed in, mentioning the friend
request.
Connor grudgingly pulled out his phone, his voice frigid. “You better have a damn good
reason for contacting me.”
I knew what he meant.
Don’t bother him like I used to.
I nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll only call when I’m
on death’s door.”
Otherwise, who’s gonna deal with my corpse?
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Connor’s jaw tightened. “You better.”
His eyes were like daggers.
Six years, and he still hated me this much.
Fine by me.
At least I could rest easy.
He’d promised to set off fireworks when I finally bit the dust.
Wouldn’t want to leave this world quietly.
Connor and I were practically raised together.
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My parents were always working, leaving me
with my bedridden grandma.
His dad, a cop, was a good man.
Knowing our situation, he always helped us
out, discreetly.
I was a slow learner.
Connor was always at the top of his class.
His dad said he could tutor me.
So I ended up at their house all the time.
Connor was ten, same as me.
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But already towering over me.
Unlike his dad, he was quiet.
Seemed unapproachable.
I’d trail after him, calling him “big brother.”
He never answered, but he’d always share his
snacks with me.
Then, in junior high, the bullying started.
Kids knew I was alone.
They’d call me names, corner me after school.
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Demand money.
When I refused, they’d beat me up.
One time, it was bad.
I was covered in bruises, limping home.
