Abrose walks me all the way to the drama club’s room then lock the door behind him then he turns to me and said in a shaky a voice ”d-did my confession creep you out that much”

  I told him “Not really but I apologize but I can not fulfill your request of being your plaything but I am willing to be your friend ” he began to pout again and he then ask “your only accepting now because you know I’m a thownveil I thought your different but your just like everyone else only using me”

  I admit I hesitated but not for the reason you think Although be thownveil has killer benefits I'm not gonna waste my time and energy faking a friendship I dont care for Ambrose noticed my hesitation I tell him “nah it’s not that it’s just I don’t know how to say it with out hurting your feelings” he replies back “ since when did you care about my feelings just tell me the truth I can take it!”

  “Alright, then,” I said, looking him dead in the eyes. “At first, I thought you were just another annoying person who just didn’t know when to quit all I wanted was to be left alone.

  You were loud, and you pushed boundaries, and frankly, I found you annoying. But then, you broke my glasses but when you were returning them I saw more than the facade you were always trying to put on”

  I paused, and Ambrose, who had been bracing himself for a verbal attack, was now just staring at me although I was I little uncomfortable I bit I continued anyway

  “I can't be friends with someone who doesn’t even know how to be a person first.”

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  Ambrose flinched as if I had just struck him. His perfect, pretty face contorted even further, and for the first time, the "Thornveil" mask completely shattered instead of the cracks I’m used to seeing before.

  “Is that what you think?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That I’m just some… broken doll you have to fix? That I don’t know how to be a person?”

  “I didn’t say that,” I replied, stepping toward him. “I said you don’t know how to be yourself.

  You were so desperate to get my attention that you broke something precious. And then you regretted it. The panic I saw wasn’t for the consequences, it was for what you did to me.”

  Ambrose fidgeted with his hands , turning away from me. “I didn’t… I didn’t think about what I was doing. I just saw that you were finally looking at me, finally seeing me, and it was the only thing that mattered. It still is.”

  I put a hand on his shoulder, surprised by my own action. “I’m not a prize to be won, Ambrose. You don’t need to do anything to prove yourself to me. If you really want to be friends, then just put down the mask when your with me and just be yourself and I promise I’ll try to accept your flaws and all.”

  He slowly turned back to me, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hope. “So… your actually give me a chance?”

  “Yes,” I said, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. “But no more games. And for the love of all that is holy, don’t ever break my glasses again.”

  Ambrose's face broke into a genuine, if slightly wobbly, smile. "Pinky promise," he said, holding out his hand.

  I just stared at him for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "Fine," I said, reluctantly intertwining my pinky with his. It felt ridiculous, but for the first time since this whole mess began, it also felt real.