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July 30
I couldn't hide from the boys anymore.
Lying to their faces about you, about how I was doing, it was killing me.
First, it was Mikey over milkshakes.
Then, Holland after the dinner rush.
Chief was the fighter; he didn't accept "I'm fine" as an answer. He shoved the four of us into a group call and demanded I tell them everything.
I couldn't refuse.
They heard the story in pieces, choppy and all over the place. They had questions. Of course they did. None of them wanted to believe you were the villain of this story.
But they couldn't deny it, not when they heard the rumors, too.
Holland said something first, but what Chief said meant more: we're with you.
All three wanted to confront you, demand that you apologize and attempt to explain yourself. They insisted that no explanation would be good enough, though. They simply wanted to back you into a corner.
Chief wanted to do that physically.
I made them promise they wouldn't. My tears convinced them.
That's what I thought, at least.
I found out from Mikey that Chief tracked you down. Backed you into a corner exactly like he said he would. But you didn't give him the answer he wanted.
You lied. And he made sure everyone around knew it.
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