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I rolled o have some epic battle of tonsil hockey in the back of the room

Carson rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, as if conte, then said, “Shorty”

My gaze snapped to his What?

“Who?” Olivia said

“Randalls” He shrugged like it was nothing Like he didn’t just tell the entire room that he wanted to kiss his enemy “I’d kiss Randalls”

Olivia glanced to ht need a cross and a couple bulbs of garlic to ward her off

I could hear the surrounding whispers, and I could i Me and Carson? No way It was cataclysmic Apocalyptic

Across the room, Jeremiah Dermot crowed, “Oh, noe all knohy you made Brad Sousa dump her, and there’s all this tension between you too Why don’t you guys just kiss it out, huh?”

My pulse drummed in my ears, and I had no doubtJere because it made zero sense Brad Sousa? He broke up with me freshman year

My gaze shifted back to Carson again, and he broke out into one of his trade tojoke to him For a moment, I actually believed him

How foolish

Tell Mia you want to kiss her and watch her ensuing panic

I narrowedfor even a ht of me shouted, “Prove it”

I sed, flicking er one voice Everyone started chanting, “Prove it! Prove it! Prove it!” Like this was a game and ere in a football stadium

It was htmare come true Worse than the dream where I stood in front of the whole class in h the Brooks’ living room on a dare