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Delaney took a deep breath.

"Don't freak, okay? And it is..." he trailed off.

"Tell!" I demanded.

"It is..." he continued. Man, he was getting on my nerves.

"Delaney! Really!" I yelled.

"It's Claris! No, I'm just kidding. It's Zann." he spilled.

My heart stopped and I froze.

Zann glanced at me curiously and I turned away.

"Are you serious? I don't like her!" I whispered.

Delaney laughed.

"Of course you don't. She told me over Truth or Dare, y'know." I tried to sound angry but I couldn't keep the trace of a smile from my voice.

"Thanks, Del." I groaned.

"Gotta go. I'll help you swindle more info from her. Bye!" he said and hung up.

"Delaney!" I called. I sighed.

How could she like me?

She was way better than me.

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