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expected I'd either back down or he'd force me i

expect a third. And that third cho

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es

teps closer, reaching fo

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me, puzzled by why I'

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ching for me, but I du

hurts! I stop at the doorway, breathing hard, my hands clammy.

. If I didn't think people might call me

uld leap through the air. Normally quiet,

ghten my shoulders, and walk i

it on. I just faced

axwell, and James. Bryan's reading a physics book, Maxwell's perched

or watching. It's as if they're mesmerized by these

d Maxwell? All he knows is chaos, and I heard he might have done

dence or leftover excitem

ps the desk. "She cam

d. "She came because

es insists. He turns back t

ll smirks. "Mind sharing w

frowns

d if you think it make

well." James

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e to declare your undying love for me? Sorry, but love con

rning to Maxwell

the desk, feignin

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ng to search. "James, check your poc

ins, pulling out a condom packet.

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ou want?" Maxwe

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ere she is, why would

backpack. "I know you did

. "Got an

palms, fighting back

" James steps between

ad, clearly keeping

e, then Maxwell does something shady, and now So

ost his temper at practice yesterday. He's

lances around, lost. "Som

acing Maxwell. "St

? You'll

room, saving me. Everyone rushes to their seats

g, and tosses my phone ont

ill missing," he whis

r says, annoyed. "Class ha

He gives her a cheeky smile

st staff member, with her gray hair in a neat bun and th

he whole class falls silent, even