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interested,
even remotely.” I told him as I held my breath to hold the tears in.
     
    “He said that?” He asked in
disbelief. “Maybe you misunderstood something.”
     
    “He said exactly that. And,
he was mean too. I don’t think any guy has ever been that mean to me before.” I
was almost tattling on him like one of my little sisters.
     
    “I’ll talk to him.” he said
firmly.
     
    “No. Don’t talk to him. I
don’t want you in the middle of it. He doesn’t like me, so it’s not going to do
any good.” I said. I didn’t want to look like a baby in front of him.
     
    “No one is going to talk to
my best friend like that. He can’t be mean to you.” He said to me.
     

Spencer POV.
    Damn, I was crushed.
Yesterday I thought that maybe the prettiest girl in school actually wanted to
be friends with me. This morning, she acted like she wanted to be friends, or
at least include me in her group of friends. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew someone
like Taylor Hope could never actually be interested in me as a boyfriend. There’s
no way in hell that she could be interested. She was a pretty cheerleader, and
I was a guy with…well let’s face it…I was a guy with a deformed face. I’ve had
this big purple birthmark since birth.
     
    People’s initial reaction
over the years told me everything I needed to know. Most people pretended they
weren’t looking. Those were the nice people. Some people made a face, showing
sympathy or pity. Some people were mean, making faces like they thought I
should stay home, or wear a bag over my head. From time to time, a few people
were really mean saying awful things. I’ve had to toughen up over the years.
     
    On my first day of school
here, I ran into Taylor and Jose, the guy she was dating at the time. She
didn’t even look my way, but I saw her. She was so pretty and had such a great
personality. I couldn’t believe she was dating someone like Jose. He was a
jerk. Talk about a mismatch.
     
    An hour ago, she was laughing
and talking to me, pretending she wanted to be friends. I couldn’t believe it.
I’d always thought she was a nice girl. Apparently not. That fact crushed me
even more. She was one of the girls that I sort of had up on a pedestal. Did
she think I was stupid? I was tired of being the butt of everyone’s joke here
at Buckeye. I have a birthmark. Damn, people. Look at it, then get over it.
     
    After History, I met up with Zane
in the hallway. We always did lunch together. Out of nowhere, he slammed me up
against the bank of lockers in anger. He’d never done that before. We’d been
friends since I started school here last year. Now he was acting like he wanted
to hit me. Big mistake dude. I was sure I could take him down with one punch. I
waited against the lockers for an explanation, as he took a deep breath.
     
    “What the hell, dude?” I
asked him angrily when he didn’t explain himself quickly enough.
     
    “Don’t you ever talk to
Taylor like that again!” he yelled to my face, even though his face was still
really close to mine.
     
    “How did you know about
that?” I asked him, confused. Did she tell him already? It happened less than
an hour ago. I’d told her off basically. I wasn’t going to put up with that
shit any longer. Girls were really mean at this school for some reason. They
weren’t this way in my old school in California. I wished so badly that I was
still there. At least the girls talked to me there.
     
    “What the hell’s wrong with
you? When someone like Taylor shows an interest in you, you don’t act like an asshole
to her. You thank your lucky stars that she even looked your way.” He warned me
angrily, then let me away from the lockers.
     
    “Chill out, dude. She’s not
interested in me. I know you still like her, but she’s messing with me, just
like those other girls. Pretending she’s interested, so she can report back to her
girlfriends what a loser I am.” I tried to explain the facts to him.