“Stay the fuck away from her! You can’t hurt her okay? Just leave her alone. She doesn’t need to deal with you and all of your bullshit.” Cadence yelled at me.

“What are you even talking about?” I asked her, highly confused.

“I saw how you looked at her.” She challenged.

“It’s not like that with her. It’s different. I don’t know how but it just is.” I said, upset that one of my best friends was so angry with me.

“I don’t believe that, Spencer. I don’t. You break everyone’s heart. You make them think that you want to be with them, that you love them. And then you leave. I don’t know if it’s because you’re afraid or what but you do it. You hurt girls that did nothing but love you. You did it to me and I will not let you do it to her.” She screamed at me, “I have to tell her.” I was beyond words. She was right about my past. She was right that I made girls fall in love with me, but to be fair that part wasn’t intentional. I tried to make it clear that I just wanted one thing from them. I did. But sometimes it just doesn’t matter. I can’t stop them from falling, but I couldn’t catch them either.

“No. You can’t tell her.” I said

“Bullshit! I’m telling-”

“No, I’ll tell her. You’re right. I don’t want her hearing anything about me from anyone but me.” I said, almost in tears. “And Cadence, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” She just looked at me and stormed away.

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I should probably fill you in. My name is Spencer Carlin. I live in L.A. but I haven’t always. I moved here from Ohio when I was 14. My mother got a job offer she couldn’t refuse so she packed up me and the rest of my family and brought us to this big city. I have two older brothers, Glen and Clay. I have a pretty good relationship with Glen, who is only a year older. Clay stays more to himself and reads a lot. My father died when I was 12 and it still hurts me to this day. I miss him a lot and the whole transition to high school and to a completely different state all at the same time was difficult without him. I rarely see my mother because she pulls double and triple shifts at the Hospital she works at.