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And by "lunch," I mean ten minutes of pretending not to panic while Celestia hijacked my tray, my space, and possibly my future. The cafeteria had been a fishbowl of tension, and I was the flailing goldfish with a shark sitting on my lap.
But it wasn’t until we stood to leave that the real problem arrived.
In the form of Ethan Drake.
Let me tell you about Ethan.
Star forward. Abs for days. Dad owns half of downtown. Girls write fanfics about his jawline. The k ...
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