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K N O Xp a s t

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K N O X
p a s t

"Knox... hey, Knox.-Knox wake up." A hand wiggles my shoulder.

Lifting my head I squint at Princeton. He chuckles and pulls a piece of paper off that was apparently stuck to my face. I wipe the drool from my chin with the back of my wrist. "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock. You've been up for days. You need to go to bed and sleep."

"No, I can't sleep now. I have too much that needs to be done and Henry is coming home tomorrow, right?"

"Yes but-"

"But what?"

He stays quiet. His hazel eyes widen, "Your nose is bleeding."

Blood stains my fingers. I grab a tissue and turn away from him to clean my nose. Pinching the bridge of my nose I gather my laptop and papers, shoving it all under one arm.

"Are you okay?"

"Just allergies." Heading upstairs I stop in front of Koa's room. He's asleep in his bed and probably hasn't slept like that in a while. I hate this. I hate what Henry has done.

Continuing down the hall I lay my things on my desk. Sliding my shirt off I toss it in the hamper across the room. Sliding my rings off I lay them on my dresser and do pushups. "Should I sit on your back?"

"How about I sit on yours for a change?"

A grin stretches and he takes a seat at my desk. He spins in circles, just like he has always done. Guess the child in you never truly leaves, not that Prince has had much of a childhood. "Challenge accepted."

"I weigh one ninety, you think you can hold me on your back?"

"I think I could do a pushup or two, possibly."

"Yeah?"

He nods and gets into position. Putting all of my weight on him he successfully does three pushups before face-planting the floor. Gripping his hand I pull him up. "Pretty good start."

He flops onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. "I have my first lacrosse game of the season tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

His hazel eyes watch me as I do my rep of mountain climbers. "Oh hey, I got you a new plant to add to your collection."

Spinning out of the chair he jogs out of my room and comes back with a terracotta pot in hand. "It's a string of turtles."

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