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It’s been over a week and still nothing from Lisa and Jason, yet I can’t seem to shake off this paranoia.
I bet they’re dying to ask me about what happened at the park.
But then the bastards will have to explain what the hell they were doing there.
Alone.
It’s been hard at college not chatting with them, not eating with them. Every day in that place feels like a struggle—and every moment is hell living in this house.
Thank God I still have Sean in my life.
He reaches across my lap to the arm of the couch to grab my bar of chocolate. His wrist grazes my leg, painting my skin with goosebumps. God knows why. It’s not like it hasn’t happened a thousand times before.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” I ask, scooping it up before his fingers touch it. “You’ve got your own chocola
