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For the rest of the day, I try to pretend that Aiden and Silver don’t exist. But the thing about pretending? It’s all about putting a cool mask on the outside and burning on the inside. Every time I see Silver’s arm draped around Aiden’s, I itch to break it. I want to pound her face into the floor until she no longer breathes. That’s another scary thought. I’ve been having too many scary thoughts lately. I’m probably backpedalling. To what. I don’t know. I’m not even supposed to think I’m backpedalling. That would mean I admit having a worse state of mind and I’m rearing back to that. I really need to see Dr Khan. With heavy feet, I head to the pitch. I’m really not in the mood to share a practice space with Aiden. I contemplated cutting school, but that would mean I’m running away. And after the washroom episode, I promised myself to never cry or run away anymore. My gaze strays to the pitch where some of the football team players are stretching. Aiden stands at the sideline talking t