XXVI. we’re barely even friends

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Olivia   It had been a week since classes started. It seemed like a day for me. Time was fast when you were busy. And now, it was back to Monday. I was walking the hallways in school again and into my classes. I was early because Dad was so thoughtful to drive me to school. I wished I could have my own care already but my parents wouldn’t let me drive until I get a driver’s license. My birthday was in two months and I couldn’t wait. Taking a sip of my Iced Americano from Starbucks, I kept walking when someone just suddenly slung his arm on my shoulder. I stopped and looked up to see Dylan smiling down at me. “Good morning. Olive.” His dimple showed adorably. “Morning, Dylan.” I shook my head and sighed in relief, knowing it wasn’t some stranger. I would’ve kicked him in the balls i

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