The Player Next Door

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n in my head. Despite all my efforts to try and fall asleep,

the room? Why didn't he just wait fo

in can't seem to let it go. It also doesn

p, boys have never seemed interesting to me. Now I had t

r

I turned on my laptop and replayed the video of Blake and

d it to the front. Then towards the e

lling when I opened the door

, I had no idea. What to do about i

t on it but just as I was about to delete t

elp me sleep. By the time I eventually got back to my room, I was

ext Mo

f, already wide awake. The sleep had done me a

l on and I decided to just delete the vide

uch better. Without the video, all evidence of

ed happily to the bathroom, unaw

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ed into Blake today. We'd been doing that for a few days

ool however, I immediately

which was totally weird. I'm not exactly th

ry girl I walked past was glaring at me... seriously! You co

ing...but it was hard not to be

er locker. "You wouldn't believe how crazy things

turned to look at me wi

not beli

, what's wrong?" I asked, pu

rking away. "You are such a hypo

t the hec

ntion and now my own best friend

in the right u

g on when I felt someone grab my wrist and turn me aro

gasped star

e must have done something

d! What did you

teeth as he pulled me with him and

a feeling this