You head to the locker room, trying to stop tears from falling. You don’t want to see him again, and the last thing you want to do is ask him for money, but you don’t have a choice. God this is humiliating, and pathetic, and embarrassing. How could I be so stupid? That’s when I collide Clay and his arms wrap around my waist to steady me. There’s my favorite little puck bunny. Tell your boyfriend to shape up, I can’t keep picking up his slack he teases until he sees your face What’s up?
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