sical blow. She wrapped her arms around herself, de
spe
voice came fr
of the dining hall, half-hidden in the dark. The glowing cherry of a cigaret
refused to move. She slowly walked
e and crushed it beneath the heel of his boo
tion. It was a brutal statement of fact. "You l
nch to the gut. Her breath hitched. "I-
e stuttering. The spilled water. The way you practically h
ed. Her shoulders slumped, and she squeezed
he opened her eyes, looking at him with raw despe
his face. "Why? If you like him so
ts. "Look at me, Slade. Look at him. He's the Student Body President. He wears cashmere. I smell like sawdus
tear herself down sent a hot spik
tep closer, blocking her path entirely. He loomed over her, his presence suffocating an
she looked up at him, her heart hammering wi
locked onto hers, refusing to let her look away. "You're ten times smarter th
eavy weight pressing down on her shoulders even without physical contact. The raw
he was, how he had unconsciously leaned in so far that he could s
step back, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets to hide
instantly throwing up
" Slade said, his voic
feeling the ghost of his touc
I'll even help you. I live with the guy
ed suspiciously. "In
Slade said. "And you help me g
n hitting her. "You need my help? You literal
e hates my guts. She thinks I'm an arrogant prick. I need
ed made her physically sick. But the thought of having Slade-Juli
eath, the cold air
ce. "Fine. We
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