"Why?" Kieran asked with a laugh as he followed me.
"So that I can eventually get what I want," I replied.
"Which is?" he pressed.
The girl of my dreams.
"The freedom to choose my friends," I muttered.
"Oh, okay," Kieran replied. "Can we be friends?"
I stopped walking to look at him.
"Real friends or friends because our parents want something from each other?" I asked.
Kieran snorted.
"Real friends. I don't have many," he told me.
"Okay," I agreed. "We can be friends."
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~ About six months later. Pierce: Age 12 ~
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"What are you doing here?" Trina asked me, making me jump.
"Sh.it, you scared the cr.ap out of me," I grumbled, frowning at her.
Trina rolled her
