“Marcus!” My cry fell on deaf ears. Marcus had wrenched the sliding door shut and jammed it closed. “Are you okay?” a voice asked. I maneuvered around to see a random guy I barely knew standing inside. He was on the hockey team, though, I knew that. There was enough light falling through the slats in the doors to see him. “Fine. Chase, is it?” He clapped a hand to his chest. “You wound me. I’m president of your fan club, and you’re not even sure of my name.” “We don’t have to play this stupid game,” I pointed out. He laughed. “I’m only playing it because Marcus promised me you.” “Well, that’s
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