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Differences Attract

Kelvin looked down at his sweater, only now noticing the slight tears of cloth from the thorns, as well as the occasional dirt and grass stains. "Oh! Eheh, yeah, I probably should." He turned around, took a step, then stopped. He turned around. "Do you want to talk about this?"
 
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She stopped, "you realize that I'm not a virgin, right? My last boyfriend kept pushing me until finally I did. And then he took pictures and put them online, said I forced myself onto him, then I was a whore and dumb. It doesn't help with my weird personality."
 
Kelvin's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. "Fucking bloody little bitches. The stupid cun.t, how far was the dic.k up his ass? Probably reaching up to his midget brain, and probably both the brain and dick got crushed by the air pressure in that stupid balloon of a head, as well as his head." And if it didn't, I guess I'll find a pin... Kelvin's expression went neutral, and he very slightly hummed. "Is he still here, in town?..."
 
"Yep, goes to this school." She sighed, "it isn't worth going to find. The pictures are taken down and if you ask he'll deny it. There isn't anything you can do. Those guys probably thought I was a whore.l
 
Kelvin recalled a certain statement earlier. Uh-huh. So that's where that little detail came from... "It might hurt thinking about the I'm unculturedget, but could do you think you could tell me what he looks like, or his name?"
 
Kelvin briefly lifted his arms slightly, wanting to give her a hug, but felt that it would make things worse. Lowering his arms, he settled for looking down, a glare on his face, a scowl soon following, and he started muttering to himself. "Cock-sucking I'm unculturedget. The jackass is in a class of mine. Little sleezy dick basket, so fucking fake." He looked up at her.


"You shouldn't blame yourself for that asshole."
 
"No, you didn't really fuck up." Kelvin said. "You said 'forced him off me', meaning that he was on top of you and in a dominant position. In fights and struggles, who often ends up doing the most damage in a few moments, or having more power over the other? The dominant one. If he seriously only waited for an answer just so he could have the chance of it not being rape, which it could have been, then you wouldn't have had a choice either way."
 
"He was laying on top of me the whole time, I couldn't get away if I tried." She looked down, shivering widly. She whispered, "But I consented before it started, albeit... he more or less forced me. Legally, it isn't rape."
 
She stopped and she looked behind her, then she threw himself into his arms, shivering and whimpering, wrappig her arms tighlty around him, tearing up.
 
Kelvin looked at her try to remove the tears. Kelvin grabbed the cloth at the end of his sleeve, and then put it in front of her. "You can use my sleeves to dry your tears, miss."
 
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Kelvin shook his head. "Don't be. Our past gets to even the best of us." He smiled. "Well, for today, I think the least I could do is escort you home."
 

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