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different boys asked me to the 7th grade dance. No one asked Claire. I had to ask one of the boys to ask her because I knew she was sad about it, even though she pretended like dances were beneath her—come on. And now she gets asked to homecoming and even prom—she's the only underclassman there! Not that I'm the ugly duckling nobody sees, but guys just see me as a friend. Even Damian. I can't believe it. I can't believe it! I really thought he cared about me. He acted like he liked me! I mean no other guy offers to carry my cello case and signs up for projects with me and i'm not the only one who thought that way because everyone else on the track team thought we had a thing. I keep re-thinking about all the moments we had or things I might have overlooked and not ONCE did he even talk to Claire. I know 15-year-old boys are all sorts of messed up and stupid and God knows whats going on in those tiny brains of theres but really? All that to get closer to Claire? What, did he think she'd go to the dance with her just because he's nice to her sister? That doesn't even make sense! Even she told him she thought he liked me because he FUCKING ACTED LIKE HE DID. But of course he didn't. Of course he liked Claire. Everyone likes Claire. How could you not? Especially compared to me. Between exceptional and average, what do you choose? And what happened? She's always been nice and smart and well-liked because of that... then puberty and bam suddenly she's gorgeous on top of everything else! She turned into this perfect goddess! And I just stayed the same. The only thing I'm better at is music but it's not like I play a cool instrument. Everyone at school thinks classical music is boring. So I really am inferior.

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