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chapter 9

Xavier placed a plate of the most delicious looking chicken sandwich I had ever seen in front of me. It took me everything not to grab it and stuff the whole contraption into my mouth. You know, it meant I was actually accepting his help. I am stuck up just like that. He also said something along the lines of I would have to learn better manners. Now, not that I was agreeing with him about anything, I just wasn't sure what part of him I should defy at the moment. I'm not queen material, I'm not, but he didn't have to rub it in my face if he wanted a girl with a fancy British accent he should have gone to bloody Britain instead of coming to America to disturb my family.

"What are you doing? I didn't get out of bed for nothing. Dig in," he said, urging me on with his very intense stare. I took one half of the sandwich, then looked at him slowly. "Go on, are you scared?"

"Um," I stuck out my pinky, which now that I am thinking about it, I would much rather have joined my past selves in
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