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random store I don’t
even know the name of. I take deep breath after deep breath, trying
to calm myself before saying another word. I wanted to try and make
this work, for my dad. But I have to draw the line somewhere.
    “I'm under so much stress already with starting school in just
a couple of months.”
    “I know hun, and I wish I hadn't sprung all this on you at the
same time.”
    “You know, what? It’s fine.” I shrug it off, even
though I know it's not. “I can always just start school early,
and maybe move out until then. Since I'll be leaving soon anyways.”
    The other end is silent. “Oh,” my dad finally responds.
He sounds frankly surprised, and a bit hurt. It hurts me to hear him
sound like this.
    “It'd be for the best, anyways. Then the three of you can have
the house without me in the way.”
    He pauses again before he speaks. “Maybe we should talk about
this in the morning?”
    “I doubt I'll feel any differently in the morning.”
    “I...I think you need some time to settle down and think about
this first, okay?”
    “Yeah, sure,” I mumble.
    He sighs on the other end. “All right. Good night, honey. I'll
talk to you at some point tomorrow.”
    I hang up without saying good bye and I feel like total shit for it.
My dad and I have always gotten along so well and I know how much he
wanted me around this last summer before college. The pain in his
voice was evident, as much as he tried to mask it. Now he thinks I
don't want to spend time with him, and I ruined his honeymoon
too—great. This is all stupid-ass Threat's fault for making me
take out my anger on my dad.
    I sniffle and bring my hand up to my cheek, wiping away the single
tear that fell on it.
    “You okay?” asks a voice from behind.
    You've got to be kidding me. It’s him .
    I turn and scowl at David, but he looks surprisingly sympathetic? For
him, at least.
    “I have nothing to say to you.” I attempt to side step
him but he jumps directly in front, blocking my path.
    “Hey look, it was a joke, calling you turtle and all that.”
    “And hermit.” That one was his favorite. “And all
the other names you had for me.”
    He snickers, but then stops himself when he sees the stern look on my
face. “Yeah, that too. I mean it was years ago I thought you
would have gotten over it by now.”
    “Is this supposed to be an apology? Because if it is, you kinda
suck at it.”
    Now he looks offended. “Apology for what? Something I did when
I was a kid? Like you never said something hurtful or fucked up as a
kid?”
    “Typical,” I mumble as I move to cross the street. “You
really haven't changed at all.”
    Of course, Threat follows.
    “Says the girl who called me a fucking troll. ”
    “I called you a troglodyte. A mindless troglodyte, because
that's exactly what you were.”
    “Yeah and then you called me an idiot in front of everyone for
not knowing what the hell a troglodyte was.”
    I turn to him and say, “You were an idiot, and you were
a troglodyte, and it looks like at least one of those things hasn't
changed.”
    He clutches his chest mockingly. “Oh, you got me. Don't you
think you're being a bit of a hypocrite here?”
    “I only called you those names because you made fun of me for
being fat.”
    “Hey, I did not make fun of you for being fat!”
    I fold my arms across my chest. “Then why else did you tell all
the other 8 th grade boys to call me turtle?”
    He shrugs, his broad shoulders raising up to his chin. “Because
you looked like a God damned turtle.”
    Ugh! I turn from him and pull out my keys. “You're
impossible.”
    “You only looked like a turtle because you had that giant back
pack always pulled up to your neck. Plus the glasses and the bangs,
both of which you still have, obviously.” This seriously is not
helping. “But it didn't have anything to do with your weight!”
    I glance back at him from over my shoulder. “Right.” I
unlock the car and pull the door open but before I can