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~Lisa's POV
"I… I don't think I can accept this."
His face fell a little. "Why not? Don't you like it?"
I stared at the doll again. It really was cute. It did look a bit like me.
I hesitated. "I do… but…"
He took a step closer to me, still holding the doll. "Then take it. It's a gift. No strings attached."
I backed away a little, unsure. "I don't want to owe you anything."
He raised an eyebrow, and before I could step away, he leaned in closer, invading my space like he always did, without warning.
I didn't even think. Reflex took over. My leg shot up and my foot connected hard with his shin.
Smack.
He stumbled back, let out a loud yelp, and grabbed his leg like I'd just stabbed him.
"OW! Damn it, Lisa! What the hell?!" he shouted.
I blinked. "Sorry! You moved too close!"
He dropped onto the edge of my bed dramatically, still holding onto his shin like he was in serious pain. "It hurts! What did you do to me?"
