Testing, Testing 1-2-3
I munched on my fries angrily. Kayla gave me a look, and Ryan finally leaned over and took them away from me. "Hey!" I cried, "Those are my fries." "More like your stress-relief, honey." He replied. "You need to slow down on these." "Are you saying I'm going to get fat?" I accused, narrowing my eyes. Ryan held up his arms in surrender. "Hey, we both know you'd win in a fight over food- you get vicious, but I'm just letting you know in every non-accusatory way that not everybody's metabolism works super fast." I rolled my eyes. He was telling me to lay off the fries, then. But it was hard. I couldn't stop thinking about everything he'd said, about what he'd given up, and how serious it was to him. I saw him sitting across the cafeteria, lounging in a chair against the wall all by h
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