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"You said you were taking me home!" I confront Archer. "I did?" He plays innocent.
"Whatever. The mall is close anyway." I smirk.
He smiles mischievously and shakes his head in disappointment. "Chloe, I thought you knew me better than that."
He dug out something in his jean pocket and step closer to the entrance door of the mall. "Please tell me, you're not breaking in to the mall. Please tell me, you're not picking the
lock." I beg him, watching as he struggles with the lock.
"I'm not..." He trails off.
"It opened! I did it!" He cheers at his success.
"Oh, congratulations. You want a cookie?" I say sarcastically. He rolls his eyes at me and open the door, gesturing me to go inside.
“Yeah, no thank you. I'll find my own ride home." I begin to walk away but he stops me by grabbin
