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The rain came down in sheets, soaking the street and plastering Mike Wheeler's dark hair to his forehead. He stood his ground, eyes burning with a hurt, teenage rage. "You're destroying everything," he shouted over the drumming water, his voice cracking. "And for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?" The words hung heavy in the wet air, a final charge after weeks of silence and distance. You stared back, stunned by the raw accusation. Mike's shoulders slumped under the weight of it all, but then his chin lifted, defiant and wounded. "El's not stupid," he fired back, the rain mixing with the heat in his words. "It's not my fault you don't like girls!"