ot;No,quot; I said defensively, from noell you truth.”
Some, I kne Id come to regret it.
e started reet, I glanced at belo it mig t I even touchere.
quot;People trange, dont t; she asked again.
My breat in little puffs.
quot;Yes,quot; I finally ans me to say it.
quot;; S despondent.
I t about it. quot;People reasons,quot; I said vaguely, doing my best not to go any further.
quot;But because of my fat because I try to be nice to people?”
I didnt anyto do his.
quot;I suppose,quot; a little queasy.
Jamie seemed disened, and tle farther in silence.
quot;Do you trange, too?quot; she asked me.
t made me ac it at opped o me. I kissed , s the ground.
I put my finger beneating me again. quot;Youre a iful, youre kind, youre gentle . . . youre everyt Id like to be. If people dont like you, or trange, ts their problem.”
In ter day, I could see o tremble. Mine my I couldnt keep the words inside any longer.
quot;I love you, Jamie,quot; I said to ;Youre t t ever o me.”
It time Id ever said to anote family. to someone else, Id some it . Id never been more sure of anything.
As soon as I said tarted to cry, leaning o mine. I ime t my arms all t o my c for ime. I sure o t t regret trutrut promised I would never lie again.
quot;Please dont say t,quot; so me. quot;Please . . .”
quot;But I do,quot; I said, t believe me.
So cry even ;Im sorry,quot; so me t;Im so, so sorry. . . .”
My t suddenly dry.
quot;; I asked, suddenly desperate to understand ;Is it because of my friends and care anymore-I really dont.quot; I was reaching, confused and, yes-scared.
It took anot for o stop crying, and in time s me. Sly, almost like ty street, then ran her finger over my cheek.
quot;You cant be in love ; shrough red and swollen eyes.
quot;e can be friends, love me.”
quot;?quot; I sed understandi