Clay’s POV “Wh-, what?” Mallory stuttered, her eyes flitting nervously between the three of us. “He said we want you, Mal.” Cary repeated my words, sounding more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard him. “I don’t-” Mallory seemed taken aback at first, but then her back stiffened and her eyes hardened. “I’m not the same girl I was two years ago, the one who let you intimidate her. I’m not falling for the same old games where you try to get me to admit I like you so you can laugh at me and tell me what a naive, stupid little girl I am to think you’d ever be interested in me. Frankly, I’m a bit disappointed you haven’t come up with something more original by now.” “That’s not what we’re doing, Mal!” I implored her to believe me. “Fuck! We were immature idiots back then. We never should have treated you that way. We should have realized how special you were even then.” Mal just stared at me for a minute, processing my words. I held my breath, hoping she would see my sincerity. It s
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