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.

know what defeat was. The more he

raised him, was critically ill. Without batting an

paid off the medical bills for

finally gave

I'd done him a huge

gotten him, but I

together. He still worked every day to

used my money, yet

started circulating in

said he sold himself

classmates thought poorly of him,

someone

insulting nickname. Content vel

Back and

naive.

his hand and said,

was still optimistic

They're just They're

in my own world. I

year, my family went

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