Me: So, you say you know my secret?
Him: Yeah? Your point?
Me: Well, what exactly is it?
Him: You told me never to say it out long.
Me: True. But just this once.
Him: I know that you lied about IT.
He smiles because he knows he is right. How could he possibly or even at all be right about Marcus? IT?
Me: ok. So what if you are right? So what? You don’t know what he did.
Him: How do you know that?
Me: You weren’t there. I haven’t told anyone the real story. Beside the people there.
Him: Except me. Because you’re going to tell me.
Me: Whu…what?
Him: Could you tell me please exactly what he did so I have a good enough reason to break his face? Or I could always ask him.