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"You told her." He said.
"Told what to whom?"
"You told Lily what happened at that party on Friday."
He blocks my way. I stand one step below him and have to look upwards, and it's uncomfortable – that's his special way to make me feel miserable, to show me his superiority. I bite my lips; I've told Lily once that he was frightening me. And it probably sounded ridiculous – "you know, girl, I think I'm afraid of your boyfriend".
I sniff.
"And why do you think it was me? I wasn't the only one who saw you making out with that slut."
"And you were the only one who didn't know how to keep you mouth shut. And - by the way - you also didn't know how to lie."
"And…?"
He grins.
He steps down. And then he makes one more step down… and one more.
Now I have to look in his eyes. It's strange. This entire situation is strange. I smell alcohol on his breath. I want to recede back, but he holds me. He pulls me close to himself and then he slightly moves forward and - suddenly - kisses me. It's unexpected.
I pulled out and jump aside.
"Are you nuts?"
He laughs.
"And now you have one more dirty little secret to tell Lily. Or you can not tell her. It's your decision to make, Ronica."
And he goes downwards. He leaves me here, alone and lost.
"You are fucking jackass, Logan!" I shout to his back.
He salutes me, not even turning around.
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