“I’ve seen the way you look at her. You clearly like Sharon.” “Her name isn’t Sharon.” I shot him a dirty look and then returned to packing up my bag. “It’s Shannon, and I don’t like her.” “That was a trick question.” He grinned. “And you passed with flying colors.” I grunted my response. His grin widened even further when he said, “And yeah, you do.” “No, I fucking don’t.” “Well, I think you should ask this Shannon girl out,” Gibsie added, hauling his bag onto his shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could get arrested,” I offered sarcastically. “She’s fifteen.” “No, you could
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