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- up. “Ethan,” she whispered, “do they not like me?” Her use of his first name made me cringe. Teenage Ethan used to tease me relentlessly, stealing my hair ties and making me call him “big brother” before he’d give them back. Before he had grown out of his boyish charm, he used to hate girls who acted cutesy. Just as Ethan was about to comfort her, a glass
shattered in the corner. It was Ashton, the one person who’d always had it out for me. His face
was hard. “Ethan, what the hell have you been
doing to Olivia all these years?!” Ethan’s face
darkened. He scanned the room, his eyes
landing on me. “I don’t know what you’re all
assuming, but Olivia has always been like a
sister to me.”
