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“Right,” I a with school pride, and sports had never been

We stared at each other in silence for a longuncole Finally, Finn nodded, stepping back “All right Just re mouth, we can make you wish you hadn’t”

Irritation sizzled undermouth? I haven’t reported any of the shit you and your asshole friends have pulled, you dick

Finnfrorin that would’ve been sexy if I hadn’t wanted to slap it off his face

“Then again, ive you credit You’re not stupid, are you, Idaho?”

He left the word trash off the end of the sentence, but I heard it anyway I pulledon his knees as I shook my head

“Nope I’m not”

“Good”

He huffed a sound that was alh and then sauntered off down the hall and out of sight As soon as he was gone, I scra around the corner I yanked open the door to the studio and stepped inside

Part of me didn’t want to be in here at all, could still sht of it But there was half a period left, and I’d be damned if I let a manwhore like Finn take this away from me

I flipped on the lights, and that helped It made the space seeht overheads reflecting off the polished light wood floor

Quickly, I tugged off my tennis shoes and laced up my ballet slippers Then I pulled the sweatshirt over athered my hair up into a loose bun, and approached the e, unsettled feeling in ht of , familiar

My body had softened soularly—I hadn’t put on weight, but I’d lost et back to where I’d been before the fall

After s healed, I’d done as much physical therapy as I could afford My dad had even worked extra shifts at the plant to help pay for theuilt, I took it I would’ve done anything to get better

But after I’d cleared physical therapy and dealt with the worst of the stiffness and weakness, his interest had faded back to zero He’d had no desire to help uy who put his daughter in a wheelchair for life