Blinded Sight

§ twenty-nine §

He was waiting for her by her locker.

"So...

you're dating Dipshit now, huh?"

She chuckled.

"Dipshit?"

He shrugged.

"He is. A dipshit, I mean."

"No, I am not dating Dipshit."

He let out a sigh,

as if he were

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     li

         ev

              ed.

I care.

His words replayed

over and over,

over and over,

in her head.

Did he really?

"I don't even understand

why you hang out with him.

Is it because he calls you

b e a u t i f u l ?"

She looked at him

in shock,

tears suddenly in her eyes.

She thought

you calling her

b e a u t i f u l

was a good thing.

Why is it that when he said it,

it made her sound

more

of

a

s l u t ,

fishing for compliments?

[ Maybe because that's what I am,

a desperate slut. ]

"You're not a slut, Faye.

You're just...

misguided."

He said,

pulling her into his

warm embrace.

"I said that out loud?"

She looked up at him then.

He chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, you did."

And at that moment, she swore

she had found h o m e .

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