"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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The confidence I felt in those words were infinite until I saw the twist in Isaac's expression. He shook his head. His mouth turned down, forming a sneering mockery. And when he ragged his hand through his hair, revealing scuffs and swollen cuts along the beds of his knuckles, icy dread slithered down my spine.

I hoped that he had just punched a wall. I hoped that Blake hadn't found him. More than anything, I hoped that.

/"He's not a nice guy, Oz. Trust me on this. Have I ever lied to you before?/" He waited for me to shake my head. He had told me that the tooth fairy was a ten-foot wasp, but that was more teasing than it was lying. He had never lied about anything serious before. /"Exactly. So trust me now./"

/"Why isn't he nice?/" I found myself asking. Somehow my knees had ended up caged against my chest, held prisoner by the death grip of my arms. /"Why would you be friends with him if he wasn't nice?/"

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