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“Listen
Heidi,” Brent said, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving me a fake
sympathetic look. “It’s not me, it&rsq..
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A red Ferrari Modena Spyder. My brother’s
car. This meant nothing to me, as I was one of those girls who could care less
about cars. But ..
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I woke up the
next morning still in my clothes from the day before, lying on my fully made
bed. I sat up and stretched, feeling the tight pull ..
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I woke up
Sunday morning, and discovered someone had placed a blanket over me while I
slept. I’d assumed it was Ray, since it was his bla..
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After I dropped
Angela off at her house, I drove home and noticed that Ray’s car was gone"which
meant so was Ethan. I let out a sigh of r..
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I pulled my
legs up underneath myself as I flipped through channels on the TV aimlessly.
Maybe I was a little harsh on Ethan. But I wanted him ..
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For the first
time in weeks, I got a drive home with Ray. Usually, I got dropped off at home
by Dallas or Angela, because Ray always had someth..
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At the end of
the day, I went out to the side of the school and sat on the bench, waiting for
Ray to come pick me up. It was the spot I normall..
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The next two
weeks went by quickly. Brent avoided me completely, thanks to Ethan. I spent
most of my time with Dallas and Angela, like always, ..
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Slowly, I felt
myself awaken, and I was uncomfortably warm"sweating even. Instinctively, I
tried to kick the blanket off myself, b..
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