Chapter Eleven

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Taylor-Ann's POV

Ugh. Now that Marcel knows I'm smart he's making me do work on our science project.

  "Marcel, I'm telling you the best thing for our grade is that you do the work" he shook his head

  "Nope, you're not getting away that easily"

I sighed mourningly we connect the circuits, it ceased to excite me when the light bulb would light.

  "But you're not even doing anything!" I turned to look at him

He walked over to me "Just like you for the past few days"

  "Okay, I'll bite. But when I do it, it's different"

  "How so?"

I stood up "Because," I put my arms around his thick body "I'm cute"

He looked into my eyes

  "No argument there," he wrapped his arms around me "But aren't I?"

  "Yes you are. And you don't have to ask Marcel"

  "Maybe I'm not sure, Annie"

  "Well, you should be. You really about me underestimating myself and then your go and do the same"

  "It's not the same Annie. You've got it all. I've got nothing"

  "What? You're the smartest kid in the school!" He rolled his eyes

  "Besides intelligence. You're beautiful, brilliant, and popular. Ask I am is smart"

  "Oh, Marcel" I hugged him "You're gorgeous, smart, and adorkable"

He raised an eyebrow

  "Adorkable?"

I nodded

  "Yeah, dorky, adorable"

He smiled

  "Thank you"

  "You are welcome"

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