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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢
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DANNY MAHEALANI'S WIDE EYES MOVE between his two classmates. It's been quiet for the last three minutes. Finally, he speaks up. "You want me to do what?" he questions incredulously.
"We want you to trace a text."
"I came here to do lab work; that's what lab partners do."
Charlotte raises her hand from her spot on the floor. "Uh, I'm not a lab partner," she points out.
Stiles purposefully ignores her. The goal is to convince the boy to help them. It's not going super well so far. "We will, Danny!" he reassures. "Once you trace the text."
Danny's eyes narrow. He turns around in his chair to look back at the blonde. "What could possibly make you think I know how to do that?"
Charlotte sighs. She shuffles through the small stack of paper beside her and holds one up. "Well, actually, we looked up your arrest report-"
