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60: The Paper Chase
TAYA's POV :
"My little Romeo and Juliet babies are finally together! Oh, I'm so happy for you two!" Hallee practically jumped us as soon as she saw Judah and me entering the school hallway.
"Ssshh, Hallee, keep it down will 'ya?" I shushed her as I was getting antsy with all the attention we were getting.
It was Monday morning, and school was back on full speed. The hallways were filled with students walking and talking about. And all morning long I had been getting weird looks from everyone.
Why was I getting weird looks from people? Oh, I don't know, maybe it was because Judah couldn't keep his hands off me, literally!
He made it a point for us to walk in together, and he had his arms around my shoulder the entire time. My left shoulder was starting to get cramps because of him.
"Sorry, I'm just too excited when you told
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