CHAPTER 25: THE OFFER
POV: Ayoola Davis --- By Wednesday, I’d had enough. Enough of the perfectly timed hallway greetings. Enough of the fake humility in Literature class. Enough of the way Nate appeared in every room I entered like he’d rehearsed it. So when I found him leaning against the locker by mine — again — I didn’t wait. “Why are you everywhere I go?” His smile dropped. “Good morning to you too.” “I’m not joking.” He looked around. “Is it a crime to exist in the same building?” “No,” I said, stepping closer, “but it’s suspicious when someone suddenly starts showing up like a ghost in daylight — after what they did.” Nate was quiet for a second. Then: “You’re right.” I blinked. “I’ve been showing up because I needed to ask you something. Properly. Not through hints or hallway moments.” I
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