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The day drags, but I was able to squeeze out a little early and Chuck still offered to pay her on my shoulder when I feel my phone buzz It’s Casey

CASEY: Dude Lunch Now

ME: I ate Go ahead

CASEY: You suck I wanted to eat one of your sandwiches

ME: I’m sure Sheila will make you one

CASEY: U not there?

ME: Got off at 1

CASEY: So…2nd lunch?

ME: Go feed your face I’ve got sos

I do always have things What I should be doing is reviewing my history notes forup the steps of the Delta House, an orange notebook in , but a really nerdy one--no glass slipper, just a laundry list of bones, intestinal , and the phases of cellular division

"Can I help you?" There’s one girl sitting out on the porch, her feet curled up in her lap along with a heavy book She has a pencil stuffed in a twist of hair piled up on her head

"Yeah, uh…I’e Owens?" Her eyes turn to slits quickly, and there’s a flash of a e

"She isn’t here," she says

I can’t explain why exactly, but I don’t believe her

"Do you wanther book and dropping it in the seat next to her She stands and pulls her hair down, letting dark waves fro to distract er

"Just a notebook She left it…so to tell this chick how I know Paige--why I know Paige--where I saw Paige "Anyhow, I think she needs it to study," I say, taking a step back as she approaches

"You can leave it with

"No, it’s okay I have to talk to her about so quick note of the disappointment on her face Mission failed