It's Wednesday, which means I've been here five days, but it feels like longer, so much longer and all because Cleo's dad has decided to make my life hell for the week he has me. I could have left, maybe I should have, any normal guy would have, at least that's what Annabelle from my squad has told me the last two days, but I guess that means I'm not normal. It's not even about Cleo anymore, it feels like it's a battle of wills because the more he pushes me, the more I'm determined to prove to him he won't win and now we're on the home stretch, with the end in sight only three days away, two days really since we actually leave Saturday morning, he's got two fucking days to break me. Good luck to him, he's not even got close yet. "Thomas." Simon calls, a grin playing at the edge of his mouth a
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