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Frustration, disappointment, and even anger simmered in my chest, and I fought the urge to scream every few seconds. If I was feeling bad about everything that was happening, now that I had kissed Garrett and he had recognized me, I felt much worse. Why, meu Deus, why was I so weak? Why did I throw myself at him? After all, I went through to make him believe I wasn’t like that.
On Thursday and Friday, I avoided being out of my dorm. I only left to go to classes and grab food. On Saturday and Sunday, I thought I would have to tie myself up so I wouldn’t go to the ranch.
Maybe it was silly, avoiding the ranch because Garrett and I had kissed, but I couldn’t get past it. How was I supposed to face him? What could I say? I hadn’t heard any new rumors yet, but that didn’t mean there weren
