Twenty One
"You messed up," Toby responds, a blank look covering his face. "That's why we're here." "Because I...Because I messed up? How is that?" Benjamin pretends to look confused. "You—" "That's enough, Toby." I clasp my hand around his mouth so he can't screw up anything else. He's already done enough. "We're here to...to ask you something." Peyton looks over at me quickly, and I give a slight nod, just big enough so she can see it. "You're here to ask me a question?" It actually looks like the expression on Benjamin's face is real. "Well...I guess you could do that. What did you want to ask, exactly?" "I...wanted to...I can't..." She stutters. "I can't ask until...until you come out into the hallway with me. It's hot in here." He furrows his brow. "You want me to go outside with you wh
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