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Those words from his lips make my cheeks and neck warm, but I keep my face impassive "You pushed me in! That's why you had to jue and made me hit my head on a boat!"

He lifts one of his shoulders "See his full lips into so that's both smile and pout "Unless you need so brother to pull off your wittle hat and put on a Band Aid?"

I scoff "Big brother? So I guess you were spying on e"

"I didn't know you till I pulled your wallet from your pocket, Do Gooder" My head hurts so bad, I’ me into the boat

"What were you doing up there anyway?" I ask

He blinks, apathetic "Aren't you going to show me my room?"

I want to punch hi to be aa bathroom But I take a breath and remind myself that he's the one who's new here I don't know much about why, beyond that he asked Carl if he could come live here From what my mom said, he's an all-state quarterback fro he clearly sot problems

All the more reason to be nice, my conscience tells me

"Sure" I open the door to his rooinally supposed to be a guest room and also my moray On the shorter, left wall, there's a full-sized bed with a coray, and white, flanked by two er wall, which he shares with our jack and—er, jack—bathroo-ass dresser with a mirror, plus a cushy arm chair with a crocheted football pillow on it

"You crochet, huh?"

When I frown back over ly

"Uh, I kno," I hedge

His h that he was just kidding "No shit?"

"I ift shop and clothes store"

"So you're the sweat shop?"

"No But I kno It's not that hard to do"

He walks into the roo it a squeeze "Nice work there, DG"

I inhale slowly throughat him makes my mouth dry