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"What the fuck," I turn to her.
"I only said that because that was when youwere," she says apologetically.
I deserved it. I still do.
I treated her like shit just because I was too caught up in the fact that I could never be deserving of a girl as fucking perfect as her. Also knowing that she's Jake's little sister. I took out my anger on her. I deserve to be called worse than just a dickhead.
"He still is!" Aaron exclaims like he knows shit.
"He's taking advantage of you, Azalea. You're young and he just wants to get in your pants. How old is this guy anyway?" He hits a pretty big nerve in saying that I'mtaking advantageof the one person who is my only chance at having for longer than a night.
"Who the fuck are you to say I'm taking advantage of her?" I stand, getting up real close to him.
"You don't know shit," I sneer down at him.
"Just because some guy shows interest in you, that doesn't mean he wants anything other than sex," he looks at over at her.
"You can't act like you know him, Aaron," she comes up close to him, the most serious look I've ever seen on her face. He pissed little Lilah off.
"You're naive, Azalea," He stresses.
"And you're being a freaking jerk! What is wrong with you?" She shoves at his chest. He pissed her off bad.
"You're going to get fucked over," they have their own conversation about me, acting like I'm not even fucking here.
"He's old and he only wants one thing," he adds. Goddamn, what am I? Fucking fifty?Shit.
"He's twenty-four!"
"Twenty-five," I lightly nudge her and she gasps, turning to me.
"Did you just have a birthday?" She asks.
"A couple weeks ago," I shrug a single shoulder. She furrows her eyebrows at me.
"And you didn't tell me, that's not nice."
"Azalea, focus," Aaron says and she turns back to him.
"He's twenty-five," she says.
"Yeah and look at him!" He motions to me and my eyes narrow.
"He's got a fucking sleeve! Drug addicts, criminals, and gang members have sleeves," he stresses.
"What the fuck do you know?" I look at his polo shirt.
Some fucking rich boy.
"You've been sheltered your whole fucking life, I can see it now," I sneer at him, "you wouldn't know the difference between real life and the shit your parents put in your head."
"And what? Let me guess? You don't have parents?" He mocks.
Is this guy fucking for real?
"Aaron, why would you say that? That's terrible to say," she places her hand on my back.
"Azalea, Jake wouldn't want you around people like this," he obviously hits a strong nerve when I feel her whole body tense.
