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Decana Harper is the school's so-called, 'Mean Girl'. Or as my friend's and I call her, Mean-Butt-Decana. She thinks she's so cool and kneel-worthy just because she's co-captain of the volleyball team. She's also kind of rich. Her wild hog father owns some dumb company that makes diapers. But I'm still richer than her somehow. So she has nothing on me, though she tries to humiliate me in school, it always backfires because I'm a smart alec and have more insults than her and her family's combined.
"Oh. Do I have to go? Can't we go somewhere else? It might be crowded." Sam excuse. I can't tell him I hate her with a passion cuz he might just think I'm 'over exaggerating' like the rest of the brainwashed blockheads do.
He took a handful of steps closer to me. Oh, no. Proximity alert! Too close! Does he want me to collapse? That cologne of his is going to--
I was cut off by him gently grabbing my hand standing less than a foot from me. "Please, Varnika?" His breath smelled of mints, and lots of them. His voice was so soft and pleading.
Yes, now I can physically melt right here.
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