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“All right, love birds I come bearing junk food.”

I crossed my ankles, rubbing my hands together. “Where are your aunt and uncle?”

“In Cali. They only return to Atlanta for the summer and holidays. Doubt my cousins would ever consider moving back to Georgia,” he laughed.

“Do you want to watch ‘The Amazing Spider-Man’?”

Biting my lower lip, I glanced between them. “I don’t want to make you guys watch it only for the one hundredth time.”

Matt tossed the purple Powerade. Tate caught it midair. “We haven’t watched it in years.” He cracked the top.

“Remember when the movie debuted. All seven of us went to the movies. We were the best of friends.” My smile rose and fell.

“You and Marisa were best friends and Mason wasn’t an asshole.” Matt smirked.

“Kyle thought I was cool back then.”

“No one could tear us apart,” Tate said.

“Stephen’s stuck in the middle now.” I stared at the large screen while Matt searched for the movie.

“That he is. He splits his time between me and Mason.” Tate sipped the Powerade.

“All right, doll lets enjoy a classic.” He laid his head in my lap.

“What the fuck, Matt?” Tate smacked his head.

“She’s my friend too.”

Tate shoved a pillow under his head. “Your face doesn’t need to be too close to my goods,” he growled.

“I’ll gladly beat your ass again.”

I gripped Tate’s hand. “Watch the movie.”

Matt snickered. He loved getting under Tate’s skin.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Friday, had finally arrived. I survived the rest of the week. Tate hadn’t been to his locker until today. Wednesday almost every girl arrived at school with blonde hair.

He cut his eyes at me as if it were my fault. Tate thought it was funny at the time he mentioned blondes were freakier. Now not so much. They broke their necks to wave and speak to him. He didn’t bother eating lunch at school either. He left campus. A snow storm was coming to Haven River. Great time to be snowed in. I had to make it up to him this weekend. If I didn’t, he’d tell everyone in Haven Saints high to go to hell. I didn’t think he was above kidnapping me.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Lake wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Morning.”

“Are we still on for tonight after the game?”

“Yes, we are on. Can’t wait.”

“Can you hold my backpack open?”

“Sure.”

I retrieved my books from my locker and slipped them into my bag.

A slinky girl in four-inch stilettos caught my attention. “What the hell?”

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