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Kurtofsky Kiss Dave's POVI saw him in the crowded corridor, looking at something on the phone in his hands, a stupid, intense smile on his face. Wow. I thought. I was instantly angry at myself, and at him. How could he do this to me. Why did he? I envied him. He was so carefree and relaxed with who he was and he wasn't caged in like I was. He didn't have the whole of the school about to pound down on him like a tonne of bricks if he made the tiniest mistake. He didn't hate himself.
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Anger and jealousy flared up in me, causing me to knock the phone out of his hands and shove him hard against the locker. I had to make him pay for how I felt. I looked back at him, sneering, the cute expression of shock and terror he wore on his face pleasing me. I walked off with a ruling swagger, happy that no-one dared to look me in the eye. I ruled this place and no-one, not even Hummel, can get away with making me feel bad. I heard an angry cry come from behind me. I walked faster,