ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴏʟᴏᴍᴜʟᴇ!

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"Wow, Gus!" Bria exclaims, looking shocked and happy.
"Woo-hoo!" everyone else cheers.

As the others celebrate Gus and his newly formed fireball-making skill, I frown. Something about Gus's new magic doesn't sit right with me. Gus passes me, smiling to himself. It's really cute-

What did I just think.

Ignoring my.. whatever the hell that was, I grab Gus gently on the shoulder. "I don't know what's going on, but I've got my eyes on you," I warn him, walking away but not looking away from him. 

As I spin around, I grab my cheeks that are already heating up. Why did that sound so suggestive?.. It's probably just me. I'm just imagining things. He didn't think that was weird, right?

Why do I care so much what Augustus Porter thinks?

I shake it off and keep walking.