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

his grandfather, who had raised him, was critically ill. Without batting an

off the medical bills for

gave in to

done him a

realized I had gotten him, but I had

still worked every day to

my money, yet things got

about Jordan started

he sold himself for

thought poorly of him,

someone

insulting nickname. Content vel

Back and

naive.

his hand and said,

was still optimistic

them. They're just They're

own world. I never realized

my family went

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