Chapter 8

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Jenevieve

     Grayson. That was his name. He wasn't just the boy who smiled, He was Grayson. He was funny and weird, and obsessivly nice, a little too nice. I didn't have a crush on him, but he was cute. 

     We hung out with him during recess, but at lunch, Willow was a little off. She wouldn't talk, or say a word. But when she'd look up, she'd glare at him. I sensed a little tension, but didn't say anything. Did they hate each other or something?

    At the end of the day, I was walking with Willow to the bus and she said something. " I think Grayson has a crush on you", it's so obvious. Everyone can see it. " " Me, no, really, he doesn't", I told her. A little unsure of my respsonce. Maybe it was true. He had been around me a lot lately.    " He does, it's so obvious", Willow said. " Yeah right", I told her. But what I really meant was...

                                                                      Maybe he does

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