Chapter 2

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Who to be. Who to be. Who should I be here? I don'tknow how I'm supposed to figure that out. I was deep in this thought when I ran into a pole.

"Hey! Watch where you're- oh hey." So it wasn't a pole, but it felt like a pole.

I picked my books up off the ground while he stared at me.

"You know, most people help the person they knock to the ground."

"Well," he said arrogantly, "you'll soon find out that I'm not like most people."

So he's one of those people. I've met him before.  I haven't specifically met this boy in front of me, but I know his type. He walks through his life in circles.

He thinks he's a godsend for whatever reason, builds himself a reputation, sleeps with whoever, and repeats. I'm feeling bold, so I decide to call him out on it.

"And why is that?"

"Why is what?"

"Why are you not like most people?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, but the look on his face is driving me insane.

"Because, love. I'm Dave Weston." 

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