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His aunt looked at ain It’s Maisie, isn’t it?"

I nodded, sston"

She waved her hand dis sound "Don’t call me that, it e; grabbing the orange juice and chugging it straight froasp and throw her pen at him "How many times do I have to tell you not to drink fro and putting the juice back in the fridge "At least a couple more times," he replied casually as he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand I made a mental note never to drink juice in his house He turned toa can of Pepsi fro formy head at him He was so e boy thing, though Zach was nineteen so he wouldn’t even be a teenager for ht chicken but they didn’t have brsts like you wanted, so I had to get strips, that okay?" Olivia asked, looking at hied "Sure, that’ll work," he answered He nodded back to the door we cao study then before your colour coded tutoring schedule becomes irrelevant We don’t want to run out of time and have to skip the red section, do we?" he teased, looking at rabbed a pack of cookies and two apples, then ushered me out of the kitchen

"What do you want chicken for?" I asked curiously, following him up the stairs

"Dinner Olivia can’t cook, and if she ever does cook, eat it at your own risk because that crud is toxic," he replied, shuddering

I laughed and looked at hi "You cook?" That had to be a joke; he couldn’t really cook, surely

"Yep, pretty freaking awesomely actually," he boasted He shoved open a door at the end of the corridor, exposing theat the clothes all over the floor, the unmade bed, the empty packets and soda cans, the screwed up paper scattered everywhere The place was disgusting, and I couldn’t even identify the colour of his carpet because it was barely visible

"Seriously? You expect ust, "in here?"

He grinned "Sure The crap won’t bite ya," he joked, pressing on the sed as my foot collided hat looked like a half-eaten pie "Are you positive about that?" I closedis always at ht

"Don’t be such a princess," he scolded, laughing as he pressed onroaned, glancing around again at the rooross "Do you even have a desk under all that clutter?"

He laughed "Nope We’ll have to do it on the bed," he replied, and then a sed at the corners of hisabout how dirty that sounded in hisover his clothes andtowards his bed I ploppedon the it a little flatter to sit on rather than a bulky quilt pile in the otten up and left it thisat the posters and clippings he had stuck up They all see at the brown haired guy that was probably in his late thirties He looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t place him

"Cyril Raffaelli," he answered as if that made perfect sense

I raised one eyebrow in question "And he would be?"

"The best traceur that ever graced God’s green earth," he replied, looking at the poster in awe