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“Cool, I’ll meet you there.” He gives her another kiss, and then runs back to celebrate with the rest of his team. My gaze follows him and then lands on Callan. Tanwen stands beside him in her cheerleader uniform, clutching his bicep, but his eyes are on me. I blow him a kiss, just because I know it will annoy him, and I’m rewarded with a sharp scowl. “I think I’m going to head back to my room,” I tell Araceli. “You’re not coming to the party?” “No, I’m not feeling up to it. I think that hot dog didn’t agree with my stomach.” “Oh no! Want me to try healing you?” I laugh. “I’ll be fine. Seriously. Go have fun with Darel.” “Ok, but if you feel better you should come over.” “I will.” I start to head back to the dorms, but I’m stopped by Marcus blocking my path. He’s wearing a black sh
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