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Drew kissed me! My best friend kissed me. I try to break from him, from the kiss, but he grips my hair and my arm, and he kisses me so strong with full rage that I can taste blood in my mouth. 

The kiss doesn’t give tingles—it isn’t right. I cup his face and push him away, but he’s just so strong, and I need to breathe, but I can’t just break away no matter how I try to struggle. So I shut my eyes close and kiss him back just the way he kisses me, and he moans and loosens his grip on my hair, and that’s how...