how well I play ball. Her blatant disgust aggravates me. She told me to leave her on the side of the road. I was ready to seal my fate before she stepped in and changed everything. “Whatever, Kennedy. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s perfectly fine,” I snap a little too loud. A few of Amanda’s friends narrow their beady eyes at us, confused about why Kennedy and I are in a heated, whispered conversation. Right away, rumors rear their ugly heads. According to the order of things around here, she and I have no reason to talk. They’re wrong. We have plenty to discuss. At some point,
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