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HAILEY

“Can I pick up tomorrow night?” he was insisting for a hundred times. 

“We already talked about it. I’ll see you on Monday morning, Percie.”

He wasn’t impressed with my decision, but I knew he’d respect it in the end. I already spent my whole Saturday with him. He rubbed the back of his neck before he knocked on my parents’ door.

“You can go now. I’m sure the squirrel can’t kidnap me to its lair,” I cracked a joke before he left me with those sad eyes.

“If you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” I cut him off. “Now go before Mom would ask you what we did in the lake house.”

“And what if they’d ask you?” His eyes glinted with mischief.

“We sat on the deck, ate our lunch, talked about school projects—”

“And we made out. That was a whole lot of—” I covered his mouth with my hand when I heard footsteps from the house. 

“Go,” I warned him with a look. He was right, though. We made ou