Worst Frat Boy Ever
*Kane's POV* As Stella drives us to the restaurant, I think about her comment. Violet’s shadow? It’s not that bad is it? The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I’ve been lurking around her this past week. I wonder if it bothers her. No, I don’t think so. She would have said something, right? Besides, she was clearly happy to see me just now. I’m definitely overthinking this. This girl is making me even crazier than I already was. If that’s even possible. We pull up to a Greek takeout place and go up to the counter to order. We take a booth and Stella sits across from Violet and me. “So, tell us about your weekend,” Stella says, while attempting to stab a tomato that insists on rolling away. “It was nice. I spent a lot of time with my Dad and I saw Rebecca Saturday. I
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