The bell rang, and the group split up. I couldn’t move yet, I had to give my back a minute. I was looking at the ground focusing on breathing when a pair of motorcycle boots came into view. I bit the bullet and looked up. Zeke’s eyes ran over my face, assessing. “You okay?” he asked. His eyes bore into mine demanding an answer. I put on my best smile. “Peachy,” I lied. He looked at the lockers over my head. “The twins are affectionate with everyone,” he began, tilting his head down, meeting my eyes. “If you don’t want them touching you, you just need to speak up.” I felt my eyes widen, was he
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