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smirking. "Correction: they're st

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leaned forward, e

ned. "

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red.

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ithout another word, heading to the b

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. "Okay, I know you're mad, but

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pla

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tire cafeteria into a Netflix drama and you're the main character. Why does he talk to you like that?

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ms into my eyes.

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ds left my mouth,

ught it might hit the floor.

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lway turned. "Please stop talk

the cream. "Oh no. I am not stopping. My best friend

in my locker. "

nding headache and about seventy t

pretend this whole day hadn't happened, and mayb

nst the brick wall by the exit, arms

id an Olympi

tered, spinni

h alarming speed. He tugged me back, close enough

ncess?" His voice was

y arm. "Yes.

each his eyes. "Not until y

ed. "What are yo

oser, his height shadowing me completely. "You've been

or you to act like a cryptic weirdo in fron

against the wall by my

most a growl. "This isn't a game, Ivy. Yo

itself against my ribs. "Then maybe explain it to me inst

a second, I thought he

ing back. "Stay quiet. Stay out o

, glaring. "You

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d off, leaving me fuming and

al. Every step on the cracked sidew

long across the street were just trees, that the crunch of leave

kened

hing quic

r my shoulder, but nothing was there-jus

, hugging my backpack straps

h snapped. L

I swore I saw something-tall, hulki

d, sneakers slapping the pavem

ollowed-fas

rd, slamming me against solid muscle. I screamed, fists f

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rough, barely above a whi

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y. He wasn't just a jer

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