HAZING
"No drinking tonight," said Pablo as he slowly walked me down the spiral staircases. "Why not?" I mumbled. He glared at me, and his fingers painfully tightened around my hand. "I don't want you to faint again," he muttered. I noticed he had been watching me closely as I walked, staring at my feet to make sure I didn't stumble. His arm twitched every time my toes got too close to the edge of a step. I wondered, if I tripped, would he throw himself down the stairs to catch me? I guessed he probably would, but I didn't dare test him. "You're being dramatic," I huffed as I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry for caring," he groaned. Dread filled my heart as we got closer to the end of the steps. Gazes slowly turned to us as if we were the main attraction of the evening, and it felt like their we
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