Extra short chapter, but that's because the next chapter will be a bit longer...maybe...hopefully. Anyway, thank you all again for continuing to read this story. Here's chapter 13.
Aristotle and him started to yell at me and tell me that I was a horrible person. They made me feel like I was the one who was responsible for everyone's pain. They even tried to get me to convince Kassandra to fall in love with him. They did this in front of everyone. People were staring at us and Rose was staring in shock at the scene they were causing.
I was crying, but made no sound. I didn't let any whimper escape my mouth, but I did tell them to stop talking to me. I apologized for cursing at him in my message, but I refused to try and get Kassandra to fall for him.
"Why did you write those texts?" Aristotle asked in a stern tone.
"I didn't write them." I spoke in a weak voice. "Kassandra wrote them. Those were her feelings. I didn't write them."
"Oh." He said as he left Aristotle's side and crouched down next the bench. "Then, she has every right to send them."
If Kassandra did it, it's okay. If I did it, I am the one who's wrong.
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