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"Maddox, I don't want you blowing anything" Alan laughs

I roll inal

Dean's eyes catch reat, huh?

I fight my smile

Every day this year, he turned our art class fro place

He doesn't get a smile now

Even if y

Even if ht and airy

Even if

I ly Like he's sure I' out of the palm of his hand

He turns back to the group "Truth or date"

"I'm not fourteen," someone says

"Sounds like you're chicken" Dean turns to me "What do you think, Chloe? Are you chicken?"

"No" My heart thuds against my chest

My head fills with ideas Every dirty dare he could offer me