Chapter 10

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The bell rings, English is over.

I'm walking;

A baritone calls my name.

Hey, Willow.


My heart pitter patters.

Hey—

Jorge.

He kicks the lockers in the hallway.


I was wondering—

If you'd like to come to my party;

Tonight—as like my date?

His puppy dog eyes whimper.


I shove him into an empty classroom.

We've gone over this.

I whisper.

When are you going to tell her?


Never—it'd ruin everything.

He kisses the top of my head.

A day will come when you—

Are no longer daydreaming.


Come to the party.

I want to see you.

My heart wobbles.

Maybe—someday.

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