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KillerCatQueen7: But nah. It’s fine.

KillerCatQueen7: You can owe me one next time.

Me: Deal.

KillerCatQueen7: I GTG—I’m at the vet’s office picking up some cat food my damn cats won’t eat. I’ll see you later :)

Me: Can’t wait. Have a good day, beautiful.

KillerCatQueen7: You too :*

I clamber to my feet. When I approach my locker, Gagné has one arm leaning against the wall and another is holding his phone.

The expression on his face…

I frown.

What’s that about?

Wanting to jerk him out of it, I clap him on the back. “Everything okay?”

He jolts like I hit him then shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.”

I watch as he dumps his cell in his cubby then starts to get ready.

Both of us look as if we’re headed for the same place—the sack.

Though I doubt I’ll sleep.

A blanket fort is what I need, and a book.

If ever there was a day where I needed to escape, it’s today.

Colton: It’s official—the asscunt has finally stopped milking this arrhythmia shit.

Cody: Man, he was still pulling that card?!

Colton: Oh, yeah, he’s been spending most of his days in bed.

Colton: He finally got out when I told him I wasn’t paying for him to flirt with his nurse.

Colton: We’re lucky she hasn’t tried to sue for harassment!

Cole: *shudders*

Cole: A leopard never changes its spots.

Cody: Comparing Pops to a leopard does leopards a disservice and they’re practically extinct. Don’t be snide, Cole.

Cole: Lol

Cole: Is Callan doing better, Colton?

Cody: Lemme guess, he’s still hiding in his bedroom?

Colton: I’m starting to think he knows more about why Pops brought you guys home. Though it’s funny watching him deal with Mum AND Mrs. Abelman.

Colton: Still, he’ll get some space soon. Mum’s leaving now that the jerk-off is showing his face around the rest of the house.

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