"It's because of your mom, isn't it?" I ask snappily, bringing my legs from underneath by butt to bring them to my chest. I don't want pity friendship from someone like Chase. I want real friends in this place even if they happen to think more of me. And if an almost nineteen-year-old still listens to his mom then I definitely don't want to be friends with him.
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