"You like him... Dontcha?" Corbyn asked nonchalantly as he sat sprawled over a math textbook beside me.
As much as I wanted to deny it I knew he was right.
The pencil that he was flipping in his fingers stopped and his eyes met mine.
"Then why are you sitting here beside me when he's out there?"
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