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I let myself into the house and dumped my bag in the entryway, staggering down the hall and into the living room. Spotting one of the couches first, I..
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My economics class was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually there was a solid stream of background noise - pencils tapping desks, papers rustling, quie..
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“I still can’t believe he gave you his number,” Courtney said several hours later as we strolled through the mall. I hadn’t pl..
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“Riley!” I marched down the hallway, flinging his bedroom door open. He didn’t even stir, burrowed under his blankets snoring softly..
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Never had I found myself in such an unusual predicament. Nervous energy had me twisting my fingers in my lap, and fear of accidentally touching the pe..
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I yanked my locker open savagely, throwing my economics notebook in with more force than necessary. It bounced off the back wall before tumbling out a..
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Footsteps sounded down the hall. Riley was up, no doubt getting ready for another busy day at the office. I looked over at the clock on the bedside ta..
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A piece of paper was half sticking out of my locker when I approached it on Monday morning. Dread consumed me, even though I hadn’t yet opened i..
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The door closed behind him with a soft click. I immediately glared at Mel. “Mr. Yummy?” I exclaimed. “You really had to call him Mr...
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It was Friday before Riley let me go back to school. I quickly chucked on a pair of gray skinny jeans and my red hoodie, stuffing my feet into a pair ..
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