Don't.

"Stop it, Nate! You always do that, and I'm honestly sick of your games! I promised myself, when I was only 8 years old, that I would never get involved with a boy like you." I say with anger, positive fumes are shooting out of my ears. Nate looked at me, with what almost seemed like hurt in his eyes. "What kind of boy exactly is that, huh?" he croaked, and I sighed. "Don't even try to make it seem like you're some great guy, especially for me. Just DON'T," and after I said the words, my throat was burning and tears appeared in my eyes, when I knew that I honestly didn't have a clue what I was talking about.