~Kate~
Yssa giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and she poked my side, sharp enough to make me squirm. “Uh-uh, no excuses, Katie, I will not let you hide behind cramps or mystery illnesses today. You are telling me what’s really going on, or I’m calling my dad and making him interrogate you, and trust me, he is way scarier than me when he starts asking questions.”
I froze at the thought of her dad interrogating me, the image of his perfectly calm, annoyingly handsome face leaning in like he already knew something I didn’t even want to admit, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
“Your dad doesn’t need to know anything,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual, though my stomach twisted like it was auditioning for a horror movie.
“It’s… it’s nothing. Seriously. Just… tired, okay?”
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