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Jules

I tugged the drawstrings of hter around my face and crept across the street My breath came out in small puffs in front of my face, and I prayed no one would see me Each step made the note in my pocket crinkle, the sound so loud that I froze in the h no one would noticeacross of the road

A door opened a few houses down Fear shot through me Sohing, and the bass froone home for the break My heart skipped into overdrive

My gaze darted to the house loo in front of me The two-story townhouse was the nicest on the street by far It was a former frat house that had been taken over by the Fulton U Trojans’ star players earlier this year when the frat had been kicked off campus

Do it Go for it and no one needed to know Be quick, Jules In and out I snuck a glance over my shoulder and scurried to the other side of the street The cold barely touched h my veins

So down the block I dove for the bushes, hoping that with my black hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, they wouldn’t spot hborhood in my attempt at inconspicuous attire

After a bottle of wine and way too many chocolate chip cookies, here I ith a dirty note in e that waned with each second, standing at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch What was I doing? What would I do if I got caught? If one of the football players came out and found me crouched in front of their porch? Would I play du the rails?

The house had been dark for the past few days I’d onlybefore I’d bolted back to caift of socks and a low-calorie cook book had been the last straw after a week of needling and snide comments Mom had said I’m hard to shop for, but she knehat I needed Thanks, Mom

My sister had gotten a new Audi Seemed comparable I’d fled and iht the houseon for alht

I was stalling The longer I stood out here the greater the chance that someone would catch ot back to ca to tell her I’d done this?

Now or never My hands clasped tighter around the envelope in my pocket

It had takenI wanted to say to hi I wanted to do to hilory Dr Schuller had said I should eetting shitfaced and writing raunchy notes was the best outlet, but, hey, I was i

Darting up the stairs, I looked over my shoulder and slipped the note into the rab the note toover wore off A little of ht of bravery and adrenaline, but I could take it back The golda loud clang This was totally reversible

The porch light flicked on and I slappeddown the stairs, I dove for the bushes again, s

“Hey, no parties tonight” The spine-tingling tiod, it was Berk