I ignored him and dropped my bag onto the cement. I felt eyes on me as I spun the dial. I knew he was staring. The twisted side of me was tempted to turn and stare right back, but I held back the impulse. “You’re new,” he stated cheerfully, his voice rich and smooth to my ears, like honey. After I had gotten the locker open, I turned and had to look up. He was a head taller than me, my head just reached his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of old jeans, a blue shirt, and a neon green hoodie. When I met his eyes, chocolate was smiling down at me. Something about his smile was infectious. I had
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