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2021-09-10 17:53:00“You are acting strange,” Maria comments.
We are back to being best friends but I can’t say the same for her and Daniel, she doesn’t want to hear his name, doesn’t want to talk about him or the cancelled date. The video is still out there, she will die if it goes viral. Secretly, I am hoping she comes around so her newfound interest in Ben will fade. I am not sure it’s out of real concern for me but she has been updating me on his whereabouts. Right now, he’s in detention. He might spend another week there and I think I like that fact. I like that I don’t have to see him because my brain turns to jelly whenever he is close to me and I don’t even like the guy.
I pretend to mull over her words, she slaps my forehead, I yelp. I definitely didn’t miss this part of her.
“How strange?” I finally ask. We take the stairs two at a time. My attention is partially on her and the people rushing past us to the cafeteria. My eyes linger on some of the mal
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