When I couldn’t hear anyone, I quietly opened up her bedroom door and slipped in. Her room held her scent, and I took a deep breath, like I was an addict chasing my next hit. Her clothes were laid out on her bed. She’d made it this morning before I got a chance to roll in it. Fuck. I rubbed my cheek and neck over her clothes, especially the hoodie, which seemed to be the only one she had. I stood back then took a deep breath. Mine. That was what I could now smell. I marked her clothes, now maybe the assholes at school would back off from her. I took her pillow and rubbed it on myself—it wasn’t
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