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He did soften when he was around me, but his foul mouth never left. Whether he said the right or wrong things, the good thing was that he was communicating.

And I needed him to talk to me, and never stop. I needed him to say the stupidest things, to do the craziest shit, because that's how I knew I still had him.

"You take things to heart too much. Has anyone ever told you that?"

No actually, but thanks for an added insecurity that I didn't know I could posses until then.

"You're just an asshole," I state, and he simply laughs, proving his point. I was too sensitive. And maybe it was because I wanted him so much, even in the beginning, that I didn't have it in me to take his words lightly.

When he doesn't say anything else, I continue,

"Why did you try to convince me to stay away from cheerleading?"

He thinks this over for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.