"Turns out you are not as stupid as you look. I was wondering who read all those books in your room," I whispered to Blake when no one wasn't looking.
"If you wanna drop by and tumble again, you know where my room is."
"I'd rather die!" I replied to that.
"Don't worry. You are not my type," he added.
"What makes you think you are mine?"
"You all come chasing after me. It is just a matter of time."
"The only time you will see me chase after you is when I wanna punch you in the face," I replied.
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The Lies We Breathe
Roman d'amourWhen 16-year-old Hope Collins, a police officer's daughter, enters the prestigious Highridge High School to investigate the hit-and-run accident that left her best friend Jackie on the brink of death, she becomes embroiled in a feud between two of t...
