Third Wheelers
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Last published Mon, Aug 24, 2015
Eliana Morgan: 19 years old, college student, part time kitchen worker at the Hirsch mansion, Third Wheeler
Caidan Hirsch: 20 years old, college student, son of Mr. Hirsch, Third Wheeler
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I smiled softly. "I wasn't making a dig at you Caidan. It would be weird if we were friends or anything."
He looks over at me with furrowed eyebrows. "You really think so?"
"Well I mean yeah...like you said, you are kinda my boss."
He shook his head slightly. "I was just joking around."
"Maybe. But it was true."
"Well I think you're wrong," he said with absolute confidence.
I scoffed. "And I think you have way too much confidence in your opinions."
He glances at me before ignoring me and continuing. "I think we can be friends. In fact, it would make total sense."
"How." I ask in a flat voice.
"It would make sense since we're both stuck being third-wheelers."
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