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I settled in the coffee shop after my last Monday class—alone, since Phoebe had ditched me to go to the movies with Kevin—and opened my history book. Phoebe, Jonah, and I hadn’t started our damn paper yet, and I didn’t want to leave it for the last minute. It was hard to research when my mind was somewhere else.
And it wasn’t only one thing—it was crazy Audrey, creepy Jonah, missing Phoebe, injured Midnight, bitchy Delilah, and hot Garrett. After the kiss yesterday, he kept busy with chores. He didn’t stop for one minute, and since I wouldn’t play the whiny, needy girl, I didn’t hang around waiting for him to look at me. However, I didn’t want to look like I was running away either. So, I stayed and got busy too. I only left in the middle of the afternoon with an excuse that I had to
