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Chapter 37

Author: Ash Turner
last update Last Updated: 2022-09-01 10:05:52

James had just taken his seat in the back row of third period Pre-Calculus, when Christian walked in with a map in hand and a half-puzzled expression filling his face. He gave a rueful half smile at the sight of the new boy.

Christian spotted him and hurried over. “Damn this place is

huge and the teacher’s . . . they’re stupid hard. I already have homework.”

He took pity on Christian and chortled. “Here, sit down.” He pointed to the empty chair. When Christian had slung his bag to the chair and plopped down, he continued, “Yeah, it’s tough here. But you’ll get used to it.”

Christian shook his head, his bangs falling across half his face.

He flicked them away. “Hope so.” “Hey James,” said Jennifer West.

He had been so engrossed with Christian’s anxieties that he hadn’t seen her sit down on the other side of him.

She was wearing a sky-blue shirt—the school’s crest embossed in navy blue over the left side of her chest—and white shorts that stopped short of mid-thi
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