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I shove hi up froain on that stupid ankle

“Don’t!” I say, holding out et back Don’t followkiss me anymore”

Oliver doesn’t reply He just stands there, brows furrowed, and hands stuffed in his pockets

I hobble back in the direction of the car, sto over that encounter

I’e to Callum may not be exactly real, but I’m not ready to be unfaithful Especially not with Oliver, who’s really starting to creep me out

When I get to the lot, I see Nessa standing on the sideith her bag slung over her shoulder

“Where’s Jack?” I ask her

“The car’s there” Nessa points to a nearby parking stall “But it’s locked, and empty”

I get outpolite and simple—like maybe

one of those yellow , “You ready to go?”

“Yes!” Nessa says sweetly

“We’ve been ready to go for twenty minutes,” I lie “Where were you?”

“Taking a leak,” Jack says

He holds open the back door so Ness and I can slide inside

I lean back against the leather seat, not really believing him