CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
17. I THINK I KNOW WHO
Well, there’s no convincing Chloe then I guess. We walk into school and someone grabs me by the waist and pull me into his embrace. I squealed, looking up to see Andrew grinning at me. Why was he always doing this ? He’s face is still bruised and there are stitches on his face too but he was still as handsome as ever.
“I missed you. You weren’t picking my calls”, he says.
“Oh yeah. We overslept. Her drunk ass wouldn’t let me sleep. ” I looked at Chloe.
“Yeah pin it on me.” Chloe sighs and waves me off. Saying she’d meet me in the cafeteria for lunch.
“How are your wounds?” I reach up to feel if his face is still swollen, but I realize a second too late that I’m caressing it instead.”
“I got stitches yester-night and Coach nearly s**t a brick
