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"It’s not a date," I said "Saet me out of the house" Tristan cocked an eyebrow "What? What’s wrong with that?" I asked

"You do know that he thinks this is a date, right?"

"What?" I stood up a tad "No, he doesn’t He just doesn’t want ave me a bullshit-it’s-totally-a-date look "Shut up, Tris"

"All I’ is I doubt Stalker Sam knows that it’s not a date"

"What does that mean? What do you aveaway "Tristan! What do you mean Stalker Sam?!"

"Ever since hesoirls around in tohen I would be out running Did he say where he was taking you?"

"Yes, and it’s not really a place where dates happen, so I think you’re wrong"

"The town hall ?"

"Exactly!" I said, pleased with the idea "The town hallon a date with" Tristan’s lips pressed together as if he was trying to hold in a chuckle "Stop it," I argued There was one knock on the door "He doesn’t really think this is a date, does he?"

"I bet ten dollars Stalker Sa Sherriff Johnson’s speech about the town fair and asks you if you want to go down to the barn house where there’s always a fish fry, dancing, and karaoke after the town "

"You don’t want to pay ht, I don’t But it doesn’tto win the bet," he joked cockily "Stalker Sa hito ask me to the barn house"

"You bethis hand out

I shook his hand "Fine Ten dollars that this isn’t a date"

"Ah, easiest money I ever made, Lizzie"

The nickname left his mouth as if it was effortless When I pulled my hand back from his, I tried not to sho much the simple nickna?"