CHANNILLO

Chapter Twelve (1)
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Whatever I expected to come from Ryan driving me home - which was nothing, I expected nothing, Ariadne calling me out in the hall on the following Monday as I headed to my locker mid-period wasn’t anywhere in the ballpark. Especially because she didn’t have the same lunch.

“Beni! How are you?” she glided over to me. Her smile soft and white - perfect as if she practiced it. 

I glanced around, but nobody else was in the hall. “I’m good. You?”

“I’m well,” Ariadne returned.

Maybe if that was it, I could’ve dismissed the whole thing, but she waited, watching as I switched out my notebooks. Spinning the combination lock, I shrugged. “Can I help you with something?”

“There is a little something I wanted to ch...

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