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argument with my father. I had been flayed open that summer, and being dragged to fair and forced into a date with Chloe has been like salt in the wound. But it didn’t mean I had to treat her like dog shit under my shoe.
    “I’m sorry man. I’ve been…there’s been some shit going on in my life.” I implored him to accept my apology with the stare I drilled into him.
    “You don’t have to apologize, Farris. I’m your best friend. I’m here to talk. And maybe we can do that. But right now, I think you do owe someone else an apology.”
    Leave it to Axel to sound like a fucking wise Monk or some shit. I took off, tearing out of the house and searching both the backyard and front lawn to no avail. She was either upstairs in someone’s room, a thought that made me want to spit nails, or gone. I jogged down to the sidewalk, swiveling my head back and forth, trying to make out any shadow in the dark.
    A willowy figure appears under a street light about forty feet from the house, and I sprint to where I’d caught it in the light.
    As I near the person, they begin to turn, the air crackling with fear. And then Chloe is screeching at the top of her lungs, piercing the night air with her blood-curdling yells.
    “CHLOE! It’s just me. Its Miles.” She stops, confusion and relief flooding her toffee-colored complexion. She throws an elegant, slim hand over heart, trying to stop the labored breaths puffing out of her throat.
    “Jeez, you really scared me. I thought you were going to rape me or something.”
    The thought both sickened and aroused me. I liked sex rough, but I would never, ever take it from a girl unwillingly. “Well maybe you shouldn’t walk home alone at night, princess.”
    Upset replaces the confusion in her eyes, their twinkle reflected by the moon. I was always starting off on the wrong foot with this girl.
    “I didn’t…fuck. I just…whenever I talk to you it always comes out harsher than I mean it to sound. And what you saw back there…with Brooke. It wasn’t anything.”
    “You don’t have to explain to me. It’s none of my business.” The way she says this, not like another girl would in some bitchy, snide tone, but in a simplistic way while staring at her feet, makes me want to explain more.
    “I’m sorry—“ It’s all I get out before she cuts me off.
    “Miles, you really don’t have to apologize. I’m going to go home. Been a long day.” Chloe sighs, turning away and walking slowly down the sidewalk before I can grab onto her arm.
    “You didn’t let me finish.” I bound in front of her to cut her off. “I’m sorry about that, in there. But I’m also sorry about the horrible things I said to you. At the fair, this summer. I was in a bad place. Still am. I shouldn't have dumped that on you."
    Chloe is silent, and I can't quiet make out the emotions playing out on her face in the shadows.
    "Thank you." She finally speaks, and my conscience doesn't feel any better.
    "That's it? That's all you have to say?" I can feel my blood begin to boil. Of course I chase this spoiled brat halfway down Greek Row to apologize, and she does nothing but act like a total bitch. Typical.
    "I'm not sure what else to say, Miles. You made it very clear years ago you weren't interested in me, and what you do now is really none of my business. My feelings are my feelings, and those are things I have to deal with."
    "And what are those feelings, Chloe? Do they start somewhere between your legs? Do those feelings compel you to take a ride on my dick? You're just like all the other shallow, airhead girls at this school." I scoff at her, unable to plug the word vomit spewing out of my mouth. It's times like now, when someone is speaking to me rationally, like I'm a child, that I need to lash out at them. I feel like my flesh is too constricting for all of the emotion and rage bottled up inside me.
    Chloe looks like I've slapped her, her bottom lip trembles as she bites it to keep from sobbing. She