“Look, don’t even bother, Shan.” I frowned. “Bother with what?” “Liking him,” she replied. “Johnny doesn’t even look sideways at the girls in his own year, let alone girls in lowly third year.” “Actually, that’s not true,” Claire tossed back cattily. “He gave her a spin home from school.” She cast me a mischievous grin. “Twice.” Blushing, I made a mental note to never tell Claire a goddamn thing again. Both girls swung their gazes toward me. “You lucky bitch,” Shelly breathed, wide-eyed. “You were in his car?” Helen demanded. I shrugged, feeling very exposed in this moment, but didn’t reply.
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