Book12 Chapter4.

I still remember that it was freshman year.

Jordan was wearing old, faded clothes. He stood among the freshmen, looking

out of place.

He was visibly poor.

But also visibly upright.

I liked his cool, clear tone when he spoke.

I also liked how his thin eyelids drooped when he looked at me.

Jordan was in desperate need of money. Even the financial aid for poor students

was taken by someone with connections to the counselor.

After one evening class, I aggressively grabbed his soft hand.

"Jordan, I like you. Be with me. I've got money. We can share my living expenses.

If that's not enough, I'll pay you just for a kiss."

Of course, he refused.

sailing. I didn't know what defeat was. The more he refused,

raised him, was critically ill.

the medical bills for

gave

thought I'd done

gotten him, but I

we got together. He still worked every day to earn his living

used my money, yet things

started circulating in

said he sold himself

classmates thought poorly of

someone

insulting nickname. Content vel

Back and

naive.

his hand and said,

was still

just

lived in my own world. I never realized Jordan

my

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