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MERCUTIO: According to everyone else it does.
MERCUTIO: According to everyone else it does.
MARINA: everyone else can go suck a dick
MERCUTIO: Wish I could say that.
MARINA: im saying it for you. and if not liking sex makes you broken, you can at least console yourself with the fact that makes me more broken than you.
MERCUTIO: Its funny how you hardly know me, but you still get me better than everyone else.
Heat rose to my cheeks.
Shit.
Why did he have to go along and say that?
MARINA: what about Romeo?
MERCUTIO: I love him like a brother, but he’s been too obsessed to focus on much else besides your best friend.
MARINA: ah. You make a good point
MERCUTIO: Fuck it, I’m not going to the party tomorrow night.
MARINA: theres another party? Ive lost track by now. What will you do instead?
MERCUTIO: Havent figured that out yet… I’m a free man now. I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Like… Like go read a book or something.
MARINA: u can read?
MERCUTIO: I already told you that at the park, Pazza.
MARINA: rip. Anywho, I think it was your turn to ask?
MERCUTIO: Truth or dare?
MARINA: truth
MERCUTIO: The day I took you to the park. What triggered the panic attack?
My blood ran cold. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? But my thumbs moved against my better judgement, typing out a message that was much too close to the truth.
MARINA: i don’t like being pinned down. idk. it just made me a bit uncomfortable.
MERCUTIO: Did something happen, Marina? You don’t have to tell me what. I think I know. But just… yes or no.
I stared at the message for a long time, frozen in place. He wasn’t supposed to know—No one was. Not even Juliet knew, and she was my best friend.
So why was I typing out an honest response?
MARINA: yes. but I want to know what you suspect.
MERCUTIO: I’d rather not say it when I can’t be there to comfort you again.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Why did he care?
MARINA: say. it.
MERCUTIO: You were raped.
The word hit me like a punch in the face. No, not a punch. It felt as if someone had driven a sword through my gut. Or a bullet through my heart.
My hands began to tremble, fingers tightening around my phone.
Stupid, stupid girl..
MARINA: guess i really need to work on my acting skills..
(Oh, Marina…)
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