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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA**
~Wednesday MorningAs I said, the tension was awkward, not to mention a little strange.I ignored it, ignored him.The ride was overly silent, I got so used to his witty comments every five seconds when he didn't make any, I felt empty. Different even.The drive felt longer even. It was usually ten minutes tops, but with the lingering silence, it felt as though I was there for hours.Still, we arrived at soon in one piece.On the bright side, yeah there's a bright side. I don't have to walk a slightly long distance when he pulls over and parks somewhere.Since everyone had seen us arrive together, there was no need to hide it anymore. Dylan parked his car in the lot and I stepped down.Unlike the first time, the surprise on most students' faces was just plain and forced.Although the nasty comments they made were quite the opposite. I could hear them, but it's not like they cared.Related chapters
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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