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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Author: Gippeum Choi
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-13 15:18:24

BLAKE’S POV

“Wanna have lunch with me, Pearce?” I asked as soon as I walked up to him by his locker. I just knew that he was headed straight to the Clay Room and that if I didn’t save him now, he would have to spend the rest of senior year locked up in there.

“Why? Suddenly don’t feel like watching Crystal eat anymore?” he asked playfully.

“Don’t act like you’re not pleased I’m choosing you over her today.” My response earned me a nice shade of salmon from him. “You coming or what?”

“Uh…like in the cafeteria?” he asked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly before grabbing his lunch bag and steering him in the direction of the cafeteria.

“I don’t know, Blake. Your friends are a little bit…”

“They’re fine. They only ever bothered you because of me and we’re cool now so you don’t have to worry about them.” I flashed him a smile and pulled him into the crowd of students hurrying to grab a tray and get their lunch. Luke and Dante were already seated by the time Anthony and I got ther
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