“I do not understand this fucking game. Who enjoys escaping from the reality of paying rent and taxes by playing a game about paying rent and taxes?!” I raise my hand with a pencil, eyes still focused on my sketch. “Me.” Taylor scoffs. “Says the Poli-Sci major.” Blinking, I force myself to keep my gaze down instead of glancing up at him. How does he know I’m going for a Political Science degree? Logan may have mentioned something. Christian’s voice from that night at the rally replays in my head. “Baby boy never misses any. And if he does, he gets moody as fuck.” I honestly thought it was an
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