Truce's P.O.V
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I was sitting on Clover's bed by the time she got to her room. She was still looking at me like she thought I was going to jump up and scare her or some sh.it. I pretended to ignore it. Mostly because it was making me what to just out of pure spite.
I'm not a bad man. None of us are. Yet, Clover treats us like we're predators or something.
I suppose I can't blame her. We haven't been very welcoming towards her since she's been here. Even before then we weren't. We always ignored her at every event. I don't even remember seeing her at any, but I knew she was there because my father and Clara were.
If I'm going to be completely honest, I've always liked Clover. Not in a romantic way, but just genuinely. Ever since the first time we met
