“So, a boy,” Brennan starts. He better not try to give the birds and the bees talk—surely he knows I dropped my skittles a long time ago. “Marlow gave me drugs,” I blurt out, pointing towards him, trying to deflect. “Seriously, I give up. You are all almost adults. Jolie, it may be best to not bring any guys back here, unless you want them dead. Laughn and Boston do not need to be bailed out of jail again.” “Fine, but I don’t see why they care. Boston doesn’t like me and Laughn keeps a pet girl,” I argue. “If Boston even talks to you, he doesn’t hate you, and Laughn doesn’t do anything to
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