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A slow grin expands across his face "We could have fun tomorrow if you want"

My cheeks are so hot I swear they’re on fire "Yeah, we could It’d have to be after five, though I have a class"

His brows furrow "Which one?"

"Creative Writing"

"With Professer Morelliey?"

I nod "How’d you know?"

"Because I’ether? How exciting"

He wavers "I guess you could look at it like that" He stands up and offers o to sign, "I can drive you if you want From what I can tell, you don’t have a car"

Clearly he’s been watching me a lot, and while I’ ht, including secrets about my brother, so does it even matter anymore?

"Sounds like a plan," I say as we start for the door "Oh, wait, can I have my papers back?"

He nods then points to the floor behind me at my papers on the carpet

Relief washes over ments and stuff them into my pocket "I know it probably seems crazy--that I seem crazy--by how much I want theet it I’d never want anyone to see the stuff I wrote"

It hts like I do

I start to grow uneasy as I realize I don’t really know him at all He could be the nicest person ever, or he could be likethe day, but then night rolls around and his inner deh Ryler looks like he has deerous at all, just looks the part, opposite of my father and ns then opens his bedroom door