Chapter Eleven (2)
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Not the pretty kind. The sort with snot right behind. “Get lost, Seaver!”

“You just wrecked your stick,” I pointed out. “Do you want to talk about it?”

His lips twitched, curling into a sneer. “Why would I want to talk to you about anything?”

“Because you don’t have anyone else to?” 

Not the nicest thing to say. Accurate though. Everybody else had split loyalties. Most people liked Ryan or Ariadne over him. Not that they didn’t like Andre. People thought he was clever and funny, but when two people had an argument, people assumed clever caused the problem. Especially when the other person was nice, and Ryan was genuinely the nicest guy. Even offering my ear, I doubted there was anything Andre might’ve said that would’...

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