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“Yeah, well, who’d think I’d struggle to get to sleep at ten? Who are you texting?” I ask, raising my eyebrows

“Kara,” she replies quickly Her face reddens and I know she’s lying toa dude

I reach forward and swiftly grab the phone from her

“Hey!” she cries, frantically trying to fight me for it

“Why do you have Kara’s na “‘Can’t wait to see you too I think about you all the time,’” I read

Stace throws herself on the floor, her hands over her face

“A, et to meet him?”

“Never,” she says through gritted teeth “Why are you always trying to embarrass me?” she cries She reaches out and snatches her phone back, her eyes full of anger

Chuckling, I reach over and rub her head “I think it’s cute you have a boyfriend,” I reply

“He’s not hs dra to her feet Holding her head high, she hter

A few lazed

Sighing, I watch her for aable to talk to you today, without that,” I say, nodding toward the glass I already know holds vodka and lemonade

“Please don’t, Saxon,

” she sighs, sitting down in one of the ar day and I need to unwind What’s wrong with the occasional drink?”

Nothing, but it always turns into four…or ten…