One week later (I'm writing a letter nightly)
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You would never catch Dan Howell dead at the biggest party on campus, but there I was against the wall nursing a warm beer I had no intent to drink.
I knew Phil was here, I just didn't know where.
It seemed that he's been avoiding me ever since I got back. I never saw him anymore. Was this a breakup?
Suddenly, across the floor, I spotted him, dancing with some jocks.
Excitement took over me as I ran over, a huge smile on my face.
"Phil hi! I haven't seen you in so long I missed you so much!" I hugged him tightly but he did not hug back.
The jocks laughed and so did Phil.
"Is this the wimp you told us about?" One laughed. Phil nodded. I was confused.
"Phil? Why are you acting so weird? What's up with you?" I asked.
"Get out of my way, you loser," Phil pushed past me as his buddies followed.
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
